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Lust, longing, and whatever the strange ache in my chest was? Those things didn’t matter.
Eyes squeezed closed, I sucked in a harsh breath, then another. Anger flooded my veins. Anger at my dad and the assholes who’d hurt her brother. Along with every motherfucker who’d ever threatened the happiness of either of our families.
Because in another world, another life, I would have picked her up and carried her straight to my bed.
In another world, we could be something. I’d felt it that first night together.
But it could never be. I had to make my peace with that.
I’d long ago accepted the fact that I’d be alone forever. And it was so fucking unfair, the way the universe had delivered the one woman I’d ever imagined a future with right to my doorstep while the world around us was burning. While everyone we knew was in danger.
With one more glare, she unplugged the phone. “It’s a shame,” she said, somehow eye fucking me while shooting daggers. “I still dream about your cock. Biggest I’ve ever had. Guess I’ll charge this in the living room and go to bed. Please leave me alone.”
With that, she sauntered away.
Zeroed in on her round hips, I clutched the countertop more firmly.
Fuck me.
I needed a shower. Immediately.
Chapter18
Mila
Lumbersnack:
How many packages did you order?
Trouble:
You said to get what I needed.
Lumbersnack:
This is a lot of stuff.
Trouble:
The rest is coming tomorrow.
Lumbersnack:
Did you order a pink sparkle collar for Ripley?
Trouble:
Yes. Poor girl. The boring black collar makes her so sad. She needs to feel good about herself.
Lumbersnack:
She’s a dog. They don’t perform gender.
Trouble:
She deserves to sparkle, Jude.
Chapter19
