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And I just gave them a fucking gold mine.
Violent, impulsive Adam Russell, telling his dad that he’d break his legs.
And they knew Piper. They knew who she was, they knew how important she was to me, and I couldn’t stay with her twenty-four hours a day. Eventually, they’d be at the corner of my vision. Waiting. Watching.
I opened the door and left the closet, left the bathroom, unable to calm down. Maybe I was in a dream. I could just go back to bed and pretend like none of this ever happened, curl up with Piper, and figure it out tomorrow. If they were still contacting people, the book couldn’t be ready yet. I just wanted to hold Piper. That’s it.
That’s all I need.
But when I opened the bathroom door, an empty bed greeted me.
Piper was gone.
96
Piper
A Leap Of Faith
At three o’clock in the morning—three o’clock—my legs were jelly. I still hadn’t fully recovered from reverse cowgirl. I grinned and took another sip of my water, rolling back my shoulders. My muscles were stiff. But that just meant Adam needed to get the lotion and I could put his big hands to good use.
And…probably end up having sex again.
My grin widened and I turned on the facet in the kitchen, filling up the glass. I needed to hydrate more. And take potassium tablets. Vigorous exercise means muscle cramps, something that Adam never failed to smirk about. Ever since the banquet, I hadn’t slept in my room at all.
Thank goodness for birth control.
"Piper?"
I glanced up from my glass as Adam pushed through the door. For a moment, he stood there, staring, motionless.
"Hi," I called to him, leaning against the counter.
His face turned towards mine and a breath of relief escaped him. I straightened up the moment I saw his face. His eyes were too wide, he looked…panicked?
Adam cut the distance between us and pressed himself against me, dressed in nothing more than a pair of pajama pants. He enveloped me in a hug and squeezed me so tight, I almost dropped the glass. He dipped down to my neck, holding me close.
"The cup—" I stopped him. "Adam—"
He pulled back a second to put it on the counter and then he was on me again, burrowing his face against my throat, squeezing me so tight, I couldn’t move.
"Baby…?" I whispered. "Hey, what’s up?"
"I thought you left," he blurted out.
Oh. The quick way he threw that out made my heart squeeze. I untwisted myself from him and pulled him back to me, running my fingers through his hair while he bent down, in what had to be an uncomfortable position for him, but he never moved an inch.
"It’s okay," I murmured. "I’m still here."
He bunched up my shirt and touched my back. Not to feel me up. Just…touching me.
"I’m still sore," I tried to tease him. "After last night, I definitely deserve a massage."
Adam didn’t say anything. He just nodded.
Something was really bothering him. I could feel it in every way he touched me, like he was trying to stop me from leaving the kitchen. But what could bother Adam? I frowned, trying to figure it out, caressing him.
"Who was that on the phone?"
