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And there will never be another like her.
She’s my addiction. Letting her walk away, not knowing if she’s safe is like asking to take a bullet to the foot.
—Fucking stupid.
“Who was that, Hannah?”
“I don’t know,” she breathes. I can see it in her eyes that she doesn’t, but I had to be sure.
“Who’s after you?”
“I don’t know,” she repeats, and I can tell by the look in her eyes, she means it.
Part of me wants to accept that answer. The other half wants to drag her to the bed and not come up until she’s putty in my hands and willing to tell me the secret of life if I ask for it.
“Then, I’ll tell you this. You run; they follow. You aren’t in any less danger on the road than you are right here.” Her green eyes flash in the dim lighting of the room, but she still shakes her head.
“I . . . I can’t bring this to you. Your family,” she glances around, dropping her voice. “I can’t stay here.”
“You aren’t.” Grabbing one of the suitcases around her, I zip it shut. “Get anything you need.”
Immediately, she’s shaking her head. “That’s a horrible idea.”
“Why?” I grit, my teeth clanking together, and she goes silent, her cheeks flaming and tears brimming in the corners of her eyes. “Did Savannah say something to you?”
“It’s nothing. Really. She’s just worried about you and I can understand,” she rushes, placing a hand on my chest to tryand stop me from moving toward the door. “You have a family, Mason. People who care about you. I . . . don’t.”
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
Her lips clamp shut at the anger seething in my voice.
I step into her and she steps back, her eyes on my chest until her back hits the wall behind her. I close the distance between us, reaching up to cradle her cheek in my hand because I fucking need to.
She doesn’t stop me when I brush a loose curl behind her ear. She doesn’t stop me when I gently raise her chin to not hurt her. She definitely doesn’t stop me when I lean in, sealing my lips over hers and stealing a kiss, just like I’m planning to steal the governor’s daughter.
She’s mine.
It’s not the harsh, erratic kiss we shared in the truck, but my cock aches in my jeans with the need to slip inside her. Feel her clenching around me like a fist.
She makes a little breathy sound, letting me slip my tongue lazily along hers, drinking her in like she’s my last breath.
When I break the kiss, her eyes pop open, cloudy and the brightest fucking green I’ve ever seen.
“Little doe, if it were that easy to walk away from you, I would have done it years ago.”
Her mouth parts and I know she wants to know more, but she doesn’t ask. Good.
I couldn’t escape her when she was just working for me and I was helping her find her sister.
Now . . . she’ll be everywhere.
Something about that is unsettling.
Logan’s words drift back through my brain.
How well do you really know her?
Unfortunately, like the back of my fucking hand.
