Page 19 of The Rancher's Second-Choice Wife

"Guess not," Monty was forced to acknowledge gloomily even though he still wasn't convinced Valerian didn't need any assistance. The man could still walk a straight line, sure. But was his mind capable of thinking just as well?

Valerian struggled to remember his code to unlock the door.

Damn.

His mind remained blank, and he rang the doorbell instead.

The front door opened later, and the fog inside his head thickened. Was he imagining things? Or was he really staring at her?

"Mr. R-Rossfield?"

Everything around him was starting to spin, but it wasn't enough to keep him from recognizing that voice. He would know it anywhere since that voice belonged to her.

"Valerian," he rasped out. "You can call me that now."

After all, his girlfriend - no, wait, Camelia wasn't that anymore, was she?

Camelia was his ex, and since his ex had already given him away—-

So be it then.

Valerian cupped her face and covered her mouth with his.

What this girl wants, I'll give it.

His tongue stroked in to have its first taste.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The unmistakable sound of Heather's voice snapped him back to his senses. He shoved her away without thinking, and the world spun even faster as he turned around to leave.

Fuck.

It was Valerian's last thought before everything went black.

Chapter Nine

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