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That second Kensei had seen the reply from the young woman pop up on his screen, the man had bolted into action. A quickened speed to his pace had been added so that he was able to make it to the front door of the warehouse before this unwanted guest was able to infiltrate their home. Kensei didn’t bother to care if this would cause her to whine or cry. That was not his problem. Riruka had taken too much from him already this evening. Literally.
Nutcase.
Whoever the hell decided to bite a man’s arm for chocolate had to belong inside the walls of a mental institution.
That had been a fact Kensei knew.
What the man had not come to expect had been the fact that once he had rounded the corner back into the kitchen, the pinkette’s form already had taken space up on a stool beside the middle island.