Page 92 of Playing With Danger

“How soon do you want babies?”

“Before I’m forty.”

That could be arranged.

“Tell me where you’re at, Soph.”

“I’m with you.”

My eyes closed and three words I didn’t know I needed so desperately seared through me.

“Then kiss me, baby, so I can get busy taking care of my girl.”

Sophie lifted her head. I met her halfway before I forced her head back to the pillow and I kissed her.

Then I got busy taking care of my girl—slowly and methodically I worshiped her like she deserved.

And when I was done, I had a few new lines down my back.

22

With a pep in my step I walked to my apartment door.

Valentine had taken me out to breakfast before he dropped me off at my house so he could go to work and I could get my car. I had appointments this afternoon I couldn’t miss. But after my meetings I was going to go to the grocery store and get stuff to make dinner at his house. I was planning on something easy I couldn’t screw up, like tacos. It would suck if after everything he broke up with me because he figured out my cooking was hit or miss. I could make the same recipe the exact same way and there was still a fifty-fifty shot I would mess it up.

I let myself in and my mood immediately plummeted.

Khloe.

I continued into the apartment toward the sound of Hayden and his bitch.

Don’t judge me for calling his woman a bitch. A bitch was a bitch. A woman was a woman. And Khloe, whatever her last name was, was a certifiable bitch. If her issue was jealousy, she could’ve taken a moment and assessed the situation between me and Hayden and she would’ve seen immediately we were nothing more than friends.

But she wasn’t that kind of woman, she was a bitch.

“Hey, Huxley,” Hayden greeted. “All good?”

“Yep.”

“How good?”

“It was the former, not the latter. So, really good.”

Hayden visibly relaxed and he smiled.

“Good.”

My gaze went to Khloe to say hello. She wasn’t smiling like Hayden. She was shooting daggers.

“Morning, Khloe.”

“Sophie,” she pushed out, trying to sound like she was happy to see me when she absolutely was not.

“Sorry to be rude, but I’m in a rush. I have meetings this afternoon.”

“I forgot to tell you, your mother stopped by yesterday looking for you. And she came by this morning, too.”

Before I could shift my attention to Hayden, Khloe’s eyes flashed with pure hatred. Good God, what was this woman’s problem? Did my mother’s interruption bother her that badly? I lived there, my mother could stop by any damn time she pleased. Okay, that was a stretch, but the principle remained.

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