QUOTE : If someone steals your car because of me, I’m going to have to sell a kidney to pay you back.” The corner of his mouth lifted, amused. “It’s just a thing, Molly. Not worth a kidney.” “Don’t tell Killian that,” I warned. “Pretty sure he thinks it’s a bigger deal than most internal organs.” He leaned in, bringing our faces close together, our bodies following suit. My gaze dropped to his lips for just a second. Okay, maybe five seconds. Possibly a good ten seconds. “We’ll keep that just between you and me.” His head dipped down and he pressed a slow-burning, heart-stopping, over-too-quick kiss on my lips. “Goodnight, Molly the Maverick.” Then he stepped back and jogged the distance to his car while I was left internally flailing as I fell and fell and fell down an endless well of uncharted territory. I stepped inside my building and went straight up to my studio. If ever there had been a reason to paint, a gentle kiss by a man like Ezra Baptiste was it. So, paint I did.