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“I’m not fucking anyone,” I replied coldly. My right hand had spent six
months getting a workout before I got her into bed. I didn’t want to fuck
anyone but the one woman I shouldn’t.
“I’ll be fucking someone then.”
Was she kidding? Was she talking about pretending to have an affair?
Or really doing it?
“You have someone in mind?” I didn’t mean to growl, but I did.
“Are you jealous of a man who doesn’t exist?”
I had no business in this conversation. I dumped the last of my coffee
and left the mug in the sink. “I’m not jealous.”
“Okey dokey.”
I stood next to her, arms crossed, as she watched her toast brown. “Do
you have something you want to say to me?”
She didn’t answer right away, but she bit her lip, and I knew she was
thinking about it.
“When we split up…” She looked at me with eyes that weren’t distant
at all. “I don’t want to say bad things about you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“If it’s too amicable, it’ll look like it was fake from the start. But now,
see what happened? I care about you, and I don’t want… I can’t leave you
and make it look like I don’t give a shit. So it’s up to you. You have to be
the one to hurt me.”
I didn’t want to talk about this anymore.
“We can make it work so no one gets hurt.” I touched her bottom lip,
watching the tiny creases flatten as I stroked my thumb across. “Let’s
discuss it later.”
The toast popped and she turned to it.
“I’ll get on your schedule.” She plopped the toast onto a plate.
Leaning down to whisper, I smelled a jasmine that was hers alone,
mixed with last night’s sex. “Not tonight.” I ran my fingers along the curve
of her neck. “After dinner, I’m taking you home and getting inside you.”
She paused, frozen with her hands on the butter knife.
“Logan.” My name was a breath. “Why is this so hard?”
The back door slapped shut, and Colton shuffled in. “Hey, lovebirds.
Ready for another day at the mill or nah?”
“Ready!” Ella chirped, scraping butter on her toast.
“Wanna hit me with a coupla slices?”