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MINE echoes in my mind as our tongues dance, and I dominate her mouth.
When I finally pull back, her eyes are closed, and her lips are pink and swollen from my kiss.
She’s so goddamn beautiful.
Her belly growls loudly, and she giggles.
Fuck, that might be my new favorite sound.
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Let’s get you fed, Angel.”
She nods, biting that plum lip again.
I pull it free from her teeth. “Don’t do that. Makes me want to bite it myself.”
Her eyes darken at my words, then shift to something behind me, and she frowns. “Where’d your brother go?”
I glance over my shoulder. His bike is parked on the other side of Foxy’s, but he’s not there. “Probably already went inside.”
I take her hand, threading my fingers through hers.
I never hold a woman’s hand, but this feels right.
When we walk into Dave’s Deli, the bell above the door announces our arrival. I glance around the dining room but don’t see my brother anywhere.
“You sure he came in?” Foxy voices my thoughts.
“Fuck.”
“I’ll go see if he’s outside,” she offers.
My lips turn down. I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea. I open my mouth to argue, but she cuts me off.
“I want to bury the hatchet,” she insists.
I study her face for a moment, seeing the determination there. This matters to her.
Heaving a sigh, I nod. “Alright. I’ll grab us a table.”
The side of her mouth tips up before she turns on her heel and marches for the door.
Bane’s right.
I’m totally fucked.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Making amends?
Me?
I snort. I’m not one to care if someone doesn’t like me.
In fact, I tend to keep people at arm’s length. In my line of work, I deal with a lot of dangerous clients, and I couldn’t handle someone I love being hurt because of me.
Bane isn’tpeople, though.
