Page 80 of Sinner's Obsession

“You could have died. It’s a damn miracle you didn’t. If anything happened to you…”

When he’s like this, I stand no chance. I know eventually I will have to accept the other side of him, and maybe love that as well. Perhaps one day, the darkness will dim.

Kieran digs small holes, and I put the seeds inside. It’s peaceful. I want more of this, and it’s how I know deep down I’ve already made my decision.

“How was your meeting yesterday?” I ask.

He looks off into the distance, a line burrowing between his brows. “There’s something off about this Carrera guy and I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Then why did you accept the meeting?”

“To study him.”

Daniel approaches us. Kieran orders him to install the tracking app on my phone. His reaction is hilarious, the way this bulk of a man blinks from Kieran to me, scratching his head. When he returns with my phone, I clutch it, eager to test it.

Checking the tracker has become my new favorite thing to do over the day, until Kieran says, “Sweetheart, I’m going to delete that app. My phone won’t stop pinging.”

I give in, grinning.

“Is it too much to hope that you are happy?” he asks, tenderness coloring his tone.

I bite my lower lip, and give a small nod. This sudden burst of feelings scares me. I would have never expected how we started to lead to so much more, especially after what happened. But this time, it feels different.

I feel different and the desire to stay overweighs the need to be free.

I didn’t choose any of this, but I guess I was chosen for this life, and I won’t fight against it.

My husband smiles at me as if I’m the sun after a hundred years of darkness. Not only do his words undo me, but also his smiles.

He kisses me on my forehead. A knock later, Daniel and Tamara come into the bedroom. He grabs the bags and Tamara follows him out. I get up and stand on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck, inhaling. I am addicted to his scent—male, heady, him.Home.He digs his fingers into my waist, his need mixed with mine, filling up the cracks in the space between our bodies.

“I want more,” I whisper.

He groans and parts from me. There is a hint of panic in his eyes I can’t pinpoint and worry rises within me.

“What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head and takes my hand in his and says, “We should get going.”

In the car, he scrolls through his phone as I message Chiara.

On my way.

Even though my nose is still running, I feel better. In the back seat, I lean my head on Kieran’s shoulder.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

I love when he calls me that. I especially love the emotions breaking on his lips when he calls me that. With a smile on my lips, I say, “Perfect.”

He traces a line on my cheek and kisses me. The car stops and my brother gets in, reclining in one of the leather seats facing us.

“Are you better?” His words are laced with worry, and I offer a small nod. “I told him he shouldn’t let you go, but does he ever listen?”

I am glad Kieran didn’t listen. It’s just a cold, not a life-threatening disease.

“I hope you get it next,” Kieran grumbles. “It’ll keep you from getting on my nerves for a few days.”

“You wish,” my brother bickers back.

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