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And together we were better.

I almost laughed at my moniker. Some Big Bad Wolf I was. One little redheaded woman brought me to my fucking knees.

She made me tremble. She made me ache. She made me dream and desire.

I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. I wanted her to share in this spark of feeling that was growing inside me as each day passed. And I would.

Right after my sexy Wife made me see fucking stars.

“Husband. Josef. My love,” she moaned.

Her orgasm rocketed through her, sending me over the edge, too. And I fell, willingly, willfully, and forevermore.

To think I’d started this thing to seduce Meredith out of vengeance when I was the one who wound up utterly entranced by my wife.

There wasn’t one thing I wouldn’t do for her. To keep her safe. To make her happy.

“I love you, Wife.”

Meredith sighed against me, and I cherished her in that moment. Having her so alive, so soft and warm and in my arms was everything I ever wanted.

She was all I wanted. And so much more.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

MEREDITH

Days passed, and Spring turned into Summer since the incident with my stepfather.

The insurance company ruled the fire an accident and with Josef’s encouragement I poured that money right back into the shelter.

A few days after the ordeal, I read a news article about the doctor who’d worked on my stepfather, and me that time I’d passed out in the boardroom with Josef.

Apparently, the doctor had been mixed up in some unsavory business dealings with a couple of men you really didn’t cross.

Evidence of drug dealing, money laundering, tampering with medical files, and more had been found on his home computer.

The police had him under investigation, but he’d committed suicide before they could arrest him.

The article detailed the doctor’s death and injuries, and I wondered how he managed to hang himself with both hands broken.

But when I asked Josef he shrugged it off and I was happy to leave it at that. I didn’t want to spend any more of my time thinking about Franklin or anyone connected with him.

I had other things on my mind. Better things. Like my crazy amazing husband who bit by bit was making all of my dreams come true.

I couldn’t believe it when Josef explained he’d actually bought out the non-profit and had one set up in my name.

I was now the head of the St. Elizabeth’s Shelter for Women and Children. Yes, I kept the name. I figured it was one people knew and trusted.

I’d already started headhunting for the best people to run each shelter, since I was determined to open several more locations across the country, as well as more offsite housing options.

“Okay, here goes,” I mumbled, dropping my proofed sourdough inside the preheated Dutch oven, wearing the extra-long silicone oven mitts my husband ordered for me after I burned myself last week.

I’d never seen Josef so mad over nothing. It was a silly little burn mark on my arm.

Not even an inch wide.

But he rushed me to the doctor—a brand new female one he had thoroughly vetted—and had me examined like I was made of spun glass or something.

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