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My heart races as I breathe in his electric scent. It does wild things to my system, but I don’t get to obsess about that for long, as he bends down, brushing his lips over mine.

I dig my fingers into his side as his tongue teases, seeming to demand entry. My mouth parts, and he deepens the kiss.

I melt into him, and he supports me with no problem as his strong muscles press against my much softer frame. He slides a hand up my throat, teasing his thumb over my jaw as he kisses the hell out of me.

“Ahh-hem,” Mercy says, coming into the room.

Cooper pulls back, nipping at my lower lip before releasing me completely.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but Vale should have something to eat.” Mercy holds out an arm.

“I am a little hungry, but you can come too,” I tell Cooper.

A playful smile breaks out over his face. “Perfect. I am feeling kinda peckish.”

Mercy wiggles his fingers, rolling his eyes at Cooper. “I ordered the same meal as last time, with extra tomatoes and ranch.”

I let out a very omega-sounding squeal. “That sounds delicious.”

“You’re delicious.” Cooper smacks my ass, coming to a stop at our side.

“Are you sure you want to keep him?” Mercy asks in a droll tone.

I snort, stretching up to kiss his cheek. “We’ll see, but you know I’m keeping you, no matter what.”

“That’s true. I suppose I was feeling generous. I ordered for you too,” he says to Cooper.

There is still tension between them, and I’m not completely ready to let go of the past, but these domestic moments are growing on me.

Chapter Twenty-One

Bishop

“Ishould spank her ass,” Holt grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. “Who does that?”

I snort and refocus on the road.

He hasn’t stopped ranting the entire ride back to Virginia.

“You don’t just bust something like that out on the telephone.”

“I think you’re just pissed at yourself for not saying it back.” I glance in his direction, and the glare he shoots my way makes me chuckle.

Oh yeah, I hit the nail right on the head with that one.

“She probably felt obligated to include me.” Holt glares out the passenger side window. “That’s it. She was going to say it to you, but she didn’t want to exclude me, so she just said it.”

“Okay,” I say, clicking the button on my steering wheel to turn up the music.

“You can’t just say okay. Yes or no, do you think I’m right?”

I sigh, repeating the process to turn the music back down. Apparently, I’m Holton’s therapist now. “Think about the bond. You can tell when she’s thinking about you, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“And what do you feel in the bond?”

“I don’t fucking know,” he growls.

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