Page 58 of Bones

Her.

Mine.

Her.

My one.

My gaze roamed as I moved to stand in front of her, not sure where to look first. She was different.

Everythingwas different.

She didn’t have the same problem. She stared me dead in the eyes—and her expression said that wasn’t the thing she wanted dead. Her voice was soft and lined with a hint of a Southern accent when she spoke. “Deke.”

Shespoke.

“Dubhloach,” I forced out instantly, needing to hear her call me by my real name in her beautiful voice.

“Dubhloach?” It came out a breathy question, but I didn’t care.

My lids closed as my brain seared the moment into my bones.

And then it was gone when something hit my chest and fell to the ground with a jingle.

Lids snapping open, I glanced down at the keys before my gaze returned to hers. To her eyes—which were no longer brown—and then down to her mouth. “You can talk.”

I waited for her to look as shocked and in awe as I was, but she didn’t seem thrown by the sudden ability. Because it clearly wasn’t sudden, and it wasn’t our bond or magicks at work.

Why didn’t she speak before? Not a single word in a week, even when she was frustrated with herself.

Before I could ask, the same venom in her expression filled her voice. “And you’re home.”

Even with the snapped attitude, it was still beautifully sultry.

And I was still sick because her unexplained anger didn’t lessen my hard-on. It made it jerk painfully against the confines of my jeans.

“Sooner than I expected,” she continued. A cruel smile slashed across her face. “Alotsooner. Hopefully, you told them you’re sorry.”

“Told who?”

“The brunette, blonde, and the one with the funky hair. I know they say it’s normal, and it happens to all men, but…”

So caught up in her eyes and voice, it took my brain far too long to catch up with her cutting words. My stomach churned at her insinuation, but my mind raced.

Did she hear me? See us? Feel what I felt?

Is our connection growing stronger already?

As badly as I wanted to know how she could talk—or why she hadn’t before—her distorted knowledge of where I’d been took precedence.

I took a step toward her, and she took one away. Another step, and another retreat. The pattern repeated until her back was to the open door. I came closer still, not stopping until my body was almost touching hers.

Close enough that I could feel the rise and fall of her rapid breaths.

Close enough that I could stare down into her mesmerizing eyes—one the prettiest sky blue and one the inkiest black of a night’s sky.

But far enough that she couldn’t feel the stretch of my hard cock.

“How did you know?” I asked.

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