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No one is sitting on my couch naked.

I wondered how such a thing could happen... a robbery like that in broad daylight. And then I realized they were talking about the Van Gogh I had in the backseat. Good God, I was the one who'd committed the robbery.

I reached for the car door and found myself staring at Wulf's perfectly pressed pants. Not a wrinkle in sight. My eyes were at package level, and it was like Baby Bear's bed, not too big and not too small. It looked just right.

My life is confusing, I said to Cat. I can't get a grip on it. And I'm ridiculously attracted to an idiot.