AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She doesn’t notice me holding Killian’s hand. Her entire focus is fixed on my face. Only me. For the time being. Soon enough, I’ll have to share her.
Happily, when the man who’ll learn to love her is Killian.
A smile splits her cheeks in half when I fix her with one of my depraved stares. “Hey, muffin.”
“Hey, A.” My eyes betray nothing as I wait for her to look around the room. I already have my excuse ready for the blood. One of the cleaning crew stumbled on her heels and hit her head.
Easy.
“Don’t worry, Carter, I brought the wagon you got me.” She still has her entire focus locked on my face. “I’m not carrying anything heavy.”
“Good girl.”
Killian moves to rip his hand from its place on my knee. I’m faster, slamming my hand on top of his.
While Amara repeats that I don’t need to freak out, I cut my eyes to Killian. I arch a challenging eyebrow, squeezing his hand tighter. His expression turns murderous.
I smile back, pleased as fuck.
A minute goes by before silence takes over the room.
I return my gaze to Amara. Her hand drops from the wagon’s handle. Her brown eyes swirl with desire and doubt. They dart between us, suddenly realizing what she’s stepped into. How our world will change once she closes the distance between us.
With so many questions. Ones I’m eager to answer.
“Shut the door behind you,” I instruct her, and she does. “Good girl.”
Killian says nothing. It won’t be long before he does. Until then, I’m running this show.
“Pet, come here, baby.”
Her jaw slacks. Her body stills.
It’s a mess. And I’ve never felt more alive than I do at this moment.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Amara
Feelings.
So many of them. Assaulting me left and right.
Curiosity. Desire. The need to be good for Carter. The impulse to break the rules.
All of them pummel into me at once, leaving me dizzy.
There’s one thing I’m definitely not feeling.
Well, two. First, I don’t care for the blood dripping from the table. I have tripped and fallen over a harsh surface and split my chin open. It happens.
Second is, I’m not jealous.
Even though there’s no telling what I just walked into, I can sense how intimate their interaction is. It’s in the air. It’s how they sit together. In a closed room. Touching.
And I’m. Not. Jealous.
Shocker.
