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“Both.”
The word lands like a punch.
I stand, adjusting my raging hard-on and shoving my hands in my pockets so I don’t reach for her again.
“For what it’s worth,” I say, “I think you’re worth the complication.”
“You don’t know me well enough to think that.”
“Maybe not. But I’d like to.”
She doesn’t respond, just looks at me with those hazel eyes that see too much.
I head for the door, stop, and look back.
“If you change your mind about my services, you know where to find me.”
“I won’t.”
“We’ll see.”
I close her door behind me and stand in the hallway for a moment, trying to get my breathing under control.
Grant’s door is closed, but I can hear him moving around restlessly.
He knows something happened—he must have sensed it somehow.
Good.
Let him stew.
I head to my room, close the door, and lean against it.
My lips still taste like her, and my hand remembers the feel of her skin.
This is bad.
Really bad.
Because she’s right; we can’t do this. We can’t complicate an already complicated situation.
But I want to.
I want her.
And Jordie Dickson has never been good at walking away from something he
wants, even when he should.
CHAPTER SEVEN
WYATT’S WALL
Elise
Two AM, and I can’t sleep.
Again.
