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Nice.

I shake my head. She won’t admit Roger is military to me—thinking I don’t know him—and clearly won’t even try with us. Iget that it was invasive of me to look into her past, but the least she can do is agree she has double standards.

I mean, Roger is an enlisted fucking soldier.

Pain slices deep in my heart as I accept the truth. Palming her cheek, I resign to what is in front of me.

“You know what, little wolf. You do what you want. I can’t make you want this.”

Or me.

“No, you can’t.” Her voice is soft as I kiss her forehead, take one last look at her brilliant blue eyes, then leave the bathroom.

And keep walking out of the house.

When I climb in my car, I glance up and see Roger standing on the doorstep, leaning his hip against the banister. He salutes me, then walks back inside.

Fucking asshole.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

ROGER

Well, that was easy.

Now to drive the nail into the coffin.

Or rather, my shaft into Trina’s sweet cunt.

Whether she wants it or not. Then she can go running back into Marshall’s arms and cry. A broken little bitch who is useless and would never want him because he will forever be connected to this terrible memory.

Boo-hoo.

How sad.

Marshall took from me something I desperately wanted. Now I’m taking something precious from him.

And destroying it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

TRINA

Why do I feel like crying?

Goddamn him.

Why does it feel like I’ve lost the most...ugh... the most precious thing... I can’t.

I will not fall. I will not end up like my mother. A widow with a child and a broken heart, unable to love another man. She was just a shell of a woman after Dad died. We finally got his body back and buried him, but I can’t even tell you if I saw her truly smile after that.

Fake smiles.

Half smiles.

Shadowed smiles.

My hand flies to my tummy as I suddenly realize Marshall and I forgot to use birth control. It was my fault as much as his. I’ll have to get the morning-after pill tomorrow.

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