Page 63 of Reaper's Rival

She pulled away from me. “I have to go.”

“Does anyone know why you’re with him?”

She shook her head.

“So you haven’t told your dad or Kim?”

“No.”

“Well, will you tell me?”

“You are the last person on earth I’m going to tell. I have to be with him, that’s all I can tell you.”

“So you are being forced to be with him?”

“Kade, I can’t have this conversation with you! Last night was great, but that’s all I can give you. I can’t be in a relationship with you and you are just going to have to trust me that I have reasons why not.”

I wouldn’t accept that as an answer. She didn’t love him. Yet she was with him. It was like it was business or something. Fine, she wouldn’t tell me. She wouldn’t tell Kim, and she won’t tell her dad. Then I’d just have put someone in her face she couldn’t say no to.

“I’ll help you load this shit into the van.” I changed the subject. I had failed at getting answers out of her. But I knew one person who was just as good at getting answers out of Abby, someone she normally always opened up to.

“You don’t have to, Kade.”

“I’m not having you carry all this shit.”

“I’m not used to someone caring about what I do.” She sighed and threaded her bra on. I reached behind her, clipping it on. I enjoyed it more taking it off. Her hands ran down my arms and she took a shaky breath in.

“I’ve always cared, Abby. Whether you have a boyfriend or not.” She was still mine. She just didn’t know it. But she had admitted it last night and as far as I was concerned, I was going to be making her admit it every night. Hearing her say she was still mine was the only thing stopping me from not falling back into the insanity I had been feeling since she broke up with me.

I’d have her during the night. Every night.

I pulled my phone out. She started searching the floor for a top. I dialed Brad’s number and I walked into her wardrobe and searched the hanging tops till I found one I wanted.

“Yeah, Reaper?”

“Brad. Can you come up to Abby’s room and help? She’s got a shit load of guns to deliver.”

“Guessing she still needs the van then?”

“Yeah, she does.” I walked back into her room and threw the top at her. She caught it, frowning as she held it up. “I need that lift too.”

“Righto, I’m coming.”

I hung up.

“Why did you give me this?” Abby held the racer tank top out. “You do realize I can’t wear this.”

“You’re still tiny, Abby.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I was talking about my tattoo. If I wear this, everyone will see it.”

I smirked, walking toward her. “That’s the point, babe.”

“You want me to show it off?”

I nodded my head. “I want everyone to see who you belong to.” I pulled her into my arms, “Especially that boyfriend of yours.”

She chewed on her bottom lip. “Well, if Dad punches you, I don’t want to be pulled in to break it off.” She threaded her arms through it, pulling it down. “Stop staring at me like that.”

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