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“You aren’t going to have her killed, are you?”

His grin is downright wicked. “Worse. I’ll sic my mom on her.”

“Oh my. I would pay to see their confrontation.”

“No need to pay. Give me the information and it’s done.”

I gape at him. “You’re serious?”

“As a broken guitar pick.”

I shake my head. “I can’t.”

He ignores me. “And once my mom has shamed your mother, I’ll sic Fender on your dad and brothers.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Fender?”

“He makes grown men shit their pants with a look. And since I’m not allowed to have them killed, it’s the best option.”

“There’s been an awful lot of talk about killing people today.”

“It’s been a busy day.”

“My head is spinning. I can’t keep up.”

Dylan kisses my nose. “I’ll catch you up. Your family are a bunch of assholes, which my mom is going to love. She won’t have to share us during the holidays. Jett is a fucking idiot. As soon as he’s out of jail, I’m kicking his ass. I love you. You love me. Any questions?”

“You love me?” I can’t believe it. Maybe I’m in some kind of anxiety attack induced dream state.

“I love you.” Those ocean blue eyes I’ve loved since I was a teenager are full of honesty for a moment before they sparkle with mischief. “But I could show you instead of telling you.”

“Show me? How are you going to show me?”

He lifts his hips and I feel his hard length press against my core. I can play this game. In fact, I’m all in.

“I don’t know.” I tap my cheek. “I think I need a demonstration.”

“Your wish is my command.”

He stands with me in his arms.

“Holy cow, you’re strong.”

“And big.” He winks.

Being carried by the man I love to the bedroom for him to show me some sexy times is not how I thought this day would end, but I’m on board with this plan. I’ll even spring for a first-class ticket.

Chapter 27

Making love – not easy to do when a sexy minx tempts you until you lose your mind

Dylan

We reach the bedroom and I lay Ginny down on the bed. My hands shake with nerves as I stare down at her. This isn’t sex. And it sure as hell isn’t fucking. This is making love. I need to prove to her I love her with all my being. That I don’t care about her past. That she’s it for me.

She pushes her glasses up her nose. “What’s wrong?”

“Just trying to figure out where to start.”

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