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you would say that, gorgeous.”

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Chapter Eleven

Meg sat on the bed across from Cian. He was sitting with his long

legs crossed over each other. His big gray eyes were watching her

intently. He looked so much like Beck that her heart hurt. She wanted

to lean over and kiss him. She wanted to promise him everything

would be okay, but she held her ground. She didn’t need to fall in

love with a second version of him. One was all the heartbreak she

could take.

“Cian, I need you to concentrate.” Meg crossed her legs and tried

to relax. She sat in front of him on the big bed they had shared the

night before. Taking his hand in hers, she took a deep breath to settle

her nerves. “Do you remember why we’re here?”

His lips curled into a tempting curve. He was shirtless and wore

nothing except a pair of white linen pants. His long, black hair fell

well past his shoulders. It shone in the afternoon light. “I think I can

guess. Do you want to be on top?”

Meg shook her head and stayed patient. “We’re not having sex,

Cian. We’re bonding. I’m your bondmate. Beck sent me to you. We

need to bond so you can think straight.”

That seemed to get through to him. His eyes cleared for a

moment, and his hands tightened on hers. “You’re my wife?”

Meg knew her face was slightly sad as she responded. “So I’ve

been told. It’s okay, Cian. I won’t hold you to it. We just need to

bond, and then we can be friends.”

He shook his head vigorously. “No. Too far gone. Hurt you.”

“It will be fine, Cian,” Meg assured him. She wasn’t sure, but she

tried to instill a sense of calm resolve in her voice.

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