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“Who’s to say it’s too soon?” I counter. “What do you feel for me?” I press.

“I can’t drag you into something we might not survive.”

“What do you feel?” I ask again, holding onto her chin so she can’t look away.

“You want me to say it? You want me to voice what’s impossible this soon?” she cries out. “You want me to tell you that driving away, I didn’t want to live without you. You want me to say what I don’t want to admit to myself?”

I answer none of her questions. Just stare into her eyes.

“You make my heart race. You brighten up the room when you walk in. You make me feel safe, protected and cherished. I want to sleep in your bed, in your arms, wake up with you every day. You… you… It’s too soon, but I love you, Lost.”

Thank fuck.I can’t hold back any longer, and my lips find hers. Our mouths meld together, our teeth meet, our tongues advance and retreat as passion sweeps through us both.

I thought I’d loved Kim. I hadn’t known what love was. It’s not feeling you’d do anything for the other person in your life, it’s the knowledge that they’d reciprocate in the same way. Patsy was prepared to risk everything to keep me safe, not recognising that I’d do the same.

Eventually we pull away, and I rest my forehead against hers. “We’ll sort this out,” I promise her. “We’ll get rid of the threat of Alder and be able to make a future together.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Lost

Our kiss had had the predictable reaction on my cock, and Patsy noticed. Neither of us objected when I suggested bringing him out to play. It was what we both needed, to get as close as humanly possible. Quickly, we’d removed the boundary of clothing between us and came together in the way that a man and a woman in love should.

Last night had been fun, we’d joked around. Today, we’d made love silently. Our hands touching, fingers exploring, eyes meeting, our bodies moving together saying with just physical responses all that we had to say. I worshipped her, showing the truth of the emotion I’d told her I’d felt for her. That couple of hours when I’d feared I might never see her again accelerating the declaration that I hadn’t expected to utter today. It was clear her risking our relationship had focused her mind in the same way.

After, sated, we dozed together. I fell asleep, with my woman in my arms.

“Lost, you okay, babe? You were tossing and turning.”

I open my eyes to see Patsy staring down, her brow furrowed. I try to grasp the vestiges of my dream, but it’s rapidly fading.

“Just a dream,” I tell her, cupping my hand around her cheek. Unromantically, my stomach chooses that moment to growl loudly. Chuckling, I sit up. “You hungry, babe?”

Her eyes examine my face as though checking I’m really alright, then her face relaxes. “Starving,” she replies, lazily.

I tap her ass. “Well, let’s get showered and go grab something.”

“I need to speak to Dan.” Her eyes widen as she realises she’d forgotten about him. “Lost, what do I say to him? How do I explain?”

“I doubt he knows anything,” I reassure her. “My men won’t say a thing about what’s gone on, and I didn’t see him when we returned. I suspect he’s oblivious to the fact you were missing.” If he’d known, I’d have expected him to have beaten my door down by now.

“I was going to leave him, Lost. I left him a note…”

“Which Wrangler gave to me.” Belatedly. He shouldn’t have waited.

“So he might not know?” When I nod, she relaxes a little.

I let her shower first. I might be getting older, but if I shared the water with her, I’m certain my cock would be up for another round. That it wasn’t only my stomach protesting the lack of sustenance persuaded me this was not the time.

She’s quicker than I expected, and is soon out, dressed again in the same clothes. I take only a minute or so, and then we’re ready to go.

Wrapping my arm around her, we descend to the clubroom.

“Mom.” Dan raises his bottle of beer as he greets her, proving he’s totally unaware that she left the compound today. “Lost? Can I have a word?”

“Sure,” I reply to him. “Just need to get your mom fed first.”

Token’s the first person I see as I enter the kitchen. I give him a chin lift.

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