Redhawk Caldera and wound up at your door.

Penn had to war with his baser instincts when she replied the way she did. In any other interaction, he'd have seen this as a green light. After all, a pretty girl asking a hot-blooded young man to come home with her? Come on, people. The alarms were going off in his mind, reminding him in loud voices that she was his baby mama's daughter--OFF LIMITS. But she was pretty. And she was smiling at him like that.

His kids. His kids. His kids.

"That is a very tempting offer," Penn replied, matching her smile with his own, "But I'm not really a pack wolf." He paused, fighting with himself for a moment before adding, "It's hard to say 'no' to getting more time with that smile of yours, though."

Dumb ass.