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His eyes close like that truth hurts worse than a bullet.

“I don’t deserve you,” he mutters.

“No,” I say, pulling him up until our foreheads touch.“But you’ve got me anyway.”

He lifts me into the tub like I’m precious, even after everything.I sink into the warmth, hissing a little as the water kisses every bruise he left.He stays on the floor beside me, silent and still, watching the steam rise between us.

And for a man made of rage and ruin, he looks almost peaceful.

Then he looks at me all serious.“You know, I meant to come in your hair.”

“What’s stopping you?”

I’m out of the tub in a flash.

The night’s not over.

Chapter 44

Sophie

I wake in rough sheets and rougher arms.

Legend’s chest is pressed against my back, one heavy arm slung over my waist like last time.Like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.For a second, I let myself enjoy it.The feel of his skin, the heat of him.The way he mutters low and sleepy against my neck.

But biology wins over fantasy.

I wiggle out of his grip, padded footsteps taking me toward the bathroom with the kind of soreness that makes me smirk.I’m barely inside, flicking on the overhead light.Kicking my foot, I shove the pile of clothes across the floor, making my way in.

That’s when I see them.

Pink.Lacy.Definitely not mine.

Panties.

Just lying there on the tiled floor like some goddamn neon reminder of everything I’ve been trying not to think about.

Becki.

I pick them up with two fingers like they’re toxic, storming back into the bedroom."You’ve got about two seconds to explain these before I burn your whole clubhouse to the fucking ground."

Legend jerks awake, eyes still foggy with sleep until he sees what I’m holding.

"Those ain’t…" he starts.

"Not mine?Yeah, no shit.I don't wear rhinestones on my ass."I throw them at his face.

They bounce off his chest and land on the bed between us like some sick joke.

"Sophie," he says, sitting up quick."I haven’t been with anyone.Not since you.Not once."

I scoff.“Right.Becki already told me you were.”

“That was a mistake and before we had sex.”

“But after that night on the porch.I left you a blanket, and you went home to her.”

“I was trying not to get attached, and get you killed.I’ve not been with her since.”

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