Page 93 of Before It Was Love


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“You’re probably right. You couldn’t cry every time you had detention. You would have run out of tears.”

“I did not get detention that often.”

“Didn’t the vice principal rename detention to Sophia time?”

She ignores my comment. “And you can’t run out of tears. Trust me. I am certain of this.”

I frown over at her. “Are you speaking from personal experience? Who hurt you?”

“Shane,” she grumbles. “The jerk.”

I pull over to the side of the road. “Who’s Shane? Is he dead or do I get the pleasure of killing him?”

“I told you this already. Shane is the guy who lied and stole the credit for all of my work. Asshole. Of course, the true asshole was my boss, Kirk. He didn’t fight for me. I was his best employee, and he chose to believe his lying nephew over me. Double asshole.”

Relief courses through me. Shane isn’t a former lover who hurt Sophia. I know she’s not an innocent little girl anymore, but I can’t stand the idea of another man touching her. Another man bringing her pleasure. I growl.

Sophia pats my chest. “There, there, pirate man. There’s no need to kill Shane or Kirk. I’m not the kind of woman to have a boyfriend who’s in jail. I don’t think I could do conjugal visits.” She shivers. “A little trailer in the prison yard where everyone knows what you’re doing? No thanks.”

“I think you’ve been watching too many movies.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re not killing anyone for me.”

I palm her neck and lean close to her. “I’m not a killer but if anyone hurts you, I will hurt them back.”

Her eyes flare. “You can’t be all sexy and make my panties wet when we’re on a secret mission. Unless the secret mission is to have sex in a public place. In which case, carry on.”

Images of Sophia naked on the beach flash through my mind. “You want to have sex in a public place?”

She grimaces. “Not really but I figure you won’t either, so we’ll end up somewhere private before too many clothes come off anyway.”

My cock twitches. He’s down with Sophia’s idea. I blow out a breath and lay my forehead against hers. “Don’t tempt me.”

“What kind of temptress would I be if I didn’t tempt you once in a while?”

“Don’t worry, my little temptress. You are not falling down on the job.”

She licks her lips. “Good. Where are we going? And how many pieces of clothing are we allowed to remove before we find somewhere private?”

I groan as my cock hardens and lengthens. I press my lips to hers in a punishing kiss.

“Why did you stop?” She whines when I pull away.

“Because we have a secret mission to perform.”

“Sex is not the secret mission? Check. What else could it be?”

I pull into the visitor parking in Rogue’s Landing. “You’re about to find out.”

I grab the trap and bag of marshmallows from the backseat before motioning her out of the truck.

“Holy cow,” she says when she notices the items. “You’re going to steal the town mascot of Rogue’s Landing.”

“It’s my turn.”

Each town on Smuggler’s Hideaway has a live mascot. Pirate’s Perch has a pirate parrot complete with an eyepatch.Smuggler’s Rest has a Viking otter. And Rogue’s Landing has a rogue raccoon.

It’s tradition to steal the mascot of the neighboring town at the start of tourist season every year. There have been multiple attempts to steal the Viking otter already. No one can get past Hudson, though.

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