Page 78 of The Soldier

I turn to walk away but he grabs my wrist.

My body freezes. There’s dominance and look on his face that sends a warning right through me.

The red flag waving frantically in front of me is one I will look back in the days to come and wish I’d acknowledged.

I don’t.

All because I’m try really hard not to fall in love with Marshall Adams.

We walk out onto the busy sidewalk and wait for my Uber. Roger stands with his hands in his jeans pocket and is quiet.

“Where are you staying?” I ask to fill the silence.

His brows lift. “You don’t think I’m a local?”

“Call it instinct.” I go to slide my jacket on, and he helps me into it. His body stands a little too close and his arms wrap around me for too long.

I take a step away.

Marshall.

Ugh. Why does my brain keep reacting as if he’s my boyfriend? He’s not. He never will be. He doesn’t own me no matter how loud he announces that his cock was inside me.

Yes, I was worried when he was out on his mission, but I worry about all my friends. Learning, although no one confirmed anything, that he was in trouble just made it worse.

Well, he’s home safe, and I can categorically say all his body parts are in good working condition. I checked.

Every delicious inch.

Shit. Focus.

“Very intuitive,” Roger says. “I’ve just got into town but I’m looking at moving.”

“Cool,” I reply, and thankfully don’t have to say anything else because I spot my driver. “Then you should join us tomorrow. You can make some new friends. You might get along with some of the guys.”

“I have a feeling I will.”

Weird.

Roger is oddly confident, and I don’t know what to make of it. He opens the door and I climb inside, then stare up at him.

“Goodnight, Trina.”

A shiver runs through me as he closes the door. Something about him is weird. Maybe I will ignore his call. All the way home I feel like I’m staring into the abyss, trying to figure out what it is about him that is warning me off.

When I climb into bed my phone messages. Thinking it’s Roger, and that I should block him, I casually swipe the screen.

It isn’t him.

It’s another name which has my heart thumping.

Miss you little wolf. I wish your body was plastered against mine and your lips on mine.

I close my eyes as my body temperature rises. Not just because I’d love to be in his bed, but to have those big strong arms wrapped around me would be pretty amazing right now.

I miss seeing him.

I miss talking to him.

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