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He’d nearly brought her home with him.
Sitting on the leather sofa in his study, Reuben stared at the unlit fireplace. He was hardly ever here. Hell, sometimes, he slept in the office to avoid coming home.
This place was so fucking cold and empty. He didn’t know why he’d bought it. It was too big for him.
What the hell did he need with four bedrooms, two living areas, and a study?
He had this penthouse apartment in Manhattan, and a house in Boston, but no one to live in them with him.
Once, he’d thought Juliet would live with him. But she was comfortable in Wishingbone.
He should be grateful she had people who cared about her. Who took care of her.
None of them were as good as him, of course . . . but he still had eyes on her.
He guessed he just wanted someone who was totally reliant on him.
Who looked to him to provide everything. Money. Strength. Protection. Support.
Fuck.
For the right person, he might even reach into the dark recesses of his heart to conjure up some caring and understanding.
If he knew how to do that anymore.
You take care of Juliet. You coddle and cherish her.
Yes, but he loved his sister.
And what happened tonight with Faith? You took care of her.
Even knowing she was a sub and likely a Little, he’d still been surprised by how accepting she’d been of his dominance. How submissive she’d been.
Faith Blossom.
Ridiculous name. Who had the last name Blossom? What thirty-three-year-old woman walked around with butterfly hair clips in their hair?
A woman who you can’t stop thinking about. Who has a mix of vulnerability and fragility, strength and courage.
Was she what he needed?
Did he really want someone in his life who would make him vulnerable?
You can protect her just like you protect Juliet.
Well, of course he could. She’d need to learn to obey him without question. She’d have to deal with his need for control.
With his need to keep her safe.
But he had a feeling she might need that as well.
She obviously wasn’t very good at taking care of herself.
He’d wanted her since the first time she’d bent over.
But it was more than a physical need.
