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“Ours?” My lip quivers.

“Ours.”

“And I can do anything I want?”

“Almost.” He pulls me gingerly into him. “The bedroom needs to look over the bluff. Because I can’t stop thinking about you pressed against the glass, watching the sunrise as I slide into your ass.”

I was quite certain an ‘I love you’ and building a home together in the same week was going to officially tap him out on romance, and it’s comforting to know that I was right.

“You were wrong, you know.” I wrap my arms around his waist.

“About what?”

“You.” I press my face to his chest as I stare over the bluff. “There is more than a little good in you.”

Eddie slips his finger under my chin and tips my face up to his, “Because of you. And only for you, little rose.”

CHAPTER

FORTY-SIX

EDMUND

This entire fucking town has been a media circus. The only reason I am downtown and struggling through the current crowd at Latte Da is because Harper wants a crème brûlée latte.

And I’m a fucking simp for her.

A fucking simp dying to tie her to my bed and cover her healed body with new bruises.

My bruises.

My teeth.

My marks.

With the girls before her, I wouldn’t have cared whether they were ready or not, but I can’t fathom the idea of permanently hurting her.

A little pain on the other hand…

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath as my cock twitches in my pants.

Trying to think of anything other than Harper splayed across my bed or sliding over my cock, I push my way into the coffee shop. It is wall to wall with press. Not only the local guys, but the national chains.

They descended upon Adelaide Cover seemingly overnight, all of them wanting to be the ones to get the big scoop on Michales. Yet, all of them regurgitate the same story.

Because there is no other story to be told.

Lifting the local paper from the counter, I read over the front page.

His face is everywhere.

Local papers, tabloids, and national news coverage. Every last one of them pushing our agenda that Michales was responsible for every body we have buried beneath The Preserves.

Bodies no one will know exist until well after all of us are gone.

He might have been a more deplorable human being than any of the rest of us, but I have to give him credit for one thing.

He was a good fucking cop.

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