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His brain had to be fucking broken.
Yeah, that had to be it. Too much pot or something.
Or…
Maybe he needed to stop ignoring the voice in his head and listen to it.
Damn it.
He dropped his mouth to her ear. “Babe…”
Her blue eyes flashed opened and he swore she could see straight into his soul and could hear his crazy thoughts.
Her soft smile was the last nail in his coffin.
His old life was about to be dead and buried. Worse, he was the one holding the damn shovel.
Did he keep digging, or did he break the shovel in half and save himself?
He tried to picture a day without Taryn in it.
It was fucking impossible. Worse, he didn’t want to.
He didn’t want to wake up in the mornings to an empty bed. He didn’t want to go to bed at night without her next to him.
For fuck’s sake.
The voice in his head was right.
Now what?
He pushed out a breath.
Now, he needed to convince her to stay.
His murmured“Babe…”had her opening her eyes—and smiling because she loved when he called her that—only to notice his face a bit paler than normal.
Had he seen a ghost? Did his life flash before his eyes?
Her smile fell. “What’s wrong?”
He squeezed his eyes shut and his mouth opened to answer. It suddenly snapped shut and he shook his head. “Nothin’. All good.”
She wasn’t sure she believed that. But now wasn’t the time to have a deep conversation when something else was currently deeply buried.
After wrapping her legs more securely around his hips, she tilted up her pelvis so he could hit that perfect spot.
This man was a rare find. He knew exactly where to find both her clitandher G-spot. When it came to her previous partners, it was one or the other, or worse, neither. Thisrough-around-the-edgesbiker was more skilled than any of the polished men she’d ever been with. Stone put them all to shame.
Was it fate he’d been in that parking lot a year and a half ago?
Was it fate she ended up living under his roof?
Was all of this meant to be?
No. Impossible. To think that was ludicrous.
Fate was a fickle bitch. It had to be a coincidence. Nothing more.
