Page 135 of Resurfaced Passion

All alongshewas the wife she’d been horribly jealous over. If she wasn’t so heartsick she could have laughed at the irony.

“Do you know how long I’ve been jealous of his wife? And it was me all along.”

Winter chuckled and rubbed her arm.

“Do you think it was a twisted game to him all this time?”

She’d known there’d been three people in their relationship from the beginning.

Her.

Him.

And his wife.

It was a damn taser to the brain to know now she was two out of those three.

A shock like no other but if she was honest with herself… to know she was married to the man she was in love with … a thrill passed through her. God, did that make her a warped bitch?

She had no answers and altogether too many questions.

Hooking up her cocoa she slurped and followed with a cookie.

“I don’t have the answer, sweetie. I’d guess no, because he not only seemed to genuinely care for you, I think he’d take a bullet for you. All that time he watched you makes sense now. As for why he didn’t tell you who you were, and what you two had? Only Reaper can answer that and though I am a thousand percent team Paige, I can sympathize with his decision to protect you from whatever has happened before. We protect those we love.”

It sucked to know Paige was the kind of person who couldn’t deal with bad shit very well. Yay for women empowerment. Ugh. What kind of a weak wife had she been?

Winter nudged her. “Do you want to know my opinion?”

“Only if it matches mine.”

Winter grinned. “I think he loves you so much to do what he did, sacrificed his life for years just to make sure you were okay, I think you should hear him out.”

Paige sighed and rested her head on Winter again.

“You are not helping.”

“Yes, I am, and you know it. Or you will, once you start to process that you’re an old married bitch and you’ve probably had so much monkey sex with Reaper already.”

She hadn’t thought of that.

Wait. Did that mean he was her first sexual experience? She’d woken up in the hospital with only memories up until she was seventeen and at seventeen she’d only done third base stuff.

Was Reaper her first andonly? Oh, my god!

Her heart gave a little electrical shove.

“Maybe you were a little freak back then.” Her friend said rubbing her extended belly. Because Paige loved the boys she was going to babysit so much, she rubbed too. “I bet you were a little butthole licker.”

Paige giggled. “I was not!”Maybe. Reaper did like doing butt stuff… she didn’t know what she was like before she came to Colorado, she only knew the woman she was today. And that woman was a whole basket case of confused who missed her man like a gaping hole in her chest.

Paige was in the midst of mental crisis number seven hundred, while she swallowed her third cookie… what was big hips in the grand scheme of her life being so fucked up anyway? When they both heard a key in the door.

A second later a tall biker in leather and tattoos strode through the arched hallway into the living room.

Sadly it wasn’t the biker who got Paige’s heart thrumming.

She felt like a third wheel when he leaned over Winter to smack a kiss on her upturned smiling lips and then took a moment to rub her belly. “How’s my snow queen and my football players?” When he got his answer he winked at Paige. “Hey, babe.” It was on the tip of her tongue to ask if he’d seen Reaper.

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