Page 151 of Reaper's Rival

“Night Abby.”

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Yawning, I rolled over in bed and straight into the rock known as Reaper.

“Morning, babe.” I felt his knuckles run down my cheek.

I opened my eyes, and bang, there he was. My tattooed monster.

“Morning.”

“You didn’t come to bed till late.”

“I was up thinking.”

He sighed and sat up. “You’re ashamed of what I did, aren’t you?”

I moved over and dropped my head in his lap. He immediately ran his fingers through my hair.

“No, I’m not. I know you only did it because you had to.”

He grunted. “I fucked up.”

I lifted my head and put a hand out and stroked his face. “You’re a President; sometimes you get your hands dirty.”

“Now because of it, it’s going to split us up.” I saw the regret flash across his eyes. “And you will hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“No, but you will. When you have to go to the doctor by yourself, when you sleep every night by yourself, when you see Kim with Trigger and you wish you had that. You’re growing a baby, Abby, our baby, and I won’t be around for that.”

“You’ll be back before all that. I know you.” I sat up and curled into his side, and his arm fell around me.

“I’m going to have to kill again.”

I went stiff, and he felt it.

“Abby, it bothers you, doesn’t it?”

I closed my eyes. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“Guess you realized who you really are engaged to.”

“Talking about that.”

I twisted and looked up at him. “I want to get married.”

“Yeah, and we will.”

“No before you leave and leave me by myself.”

He arched his eyebrows. “After everything you have been told, you want to bring the wedding closer?”

“Yes.”

His expression was blank as he thought about it. Then a smirk spread across his face.

“Guess that means you will be Mrs. Wilson sooner than later.”

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