Page 80 of His Wild Seduction

“God, you’re incredible. Do you know that?”

“What?” she said, shaking her head.

“You are so good, Meredith. St. E’s is lucky to have you. Your idea sounds really good. Will you let me help?” I asked.

“You want to help?” she asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah. Can I have Fr. Augustus’ contact information? My lawyer and personal realtor can definitely help.”

“Really? You would do that. And you’re not mad,” she whispered, and the most authentic smile I’d ever seen broke out across her pretty face.

“Of course not. I’m serious. I’m proud of you, Baby. You know, I can pay for whatever you need?—”

“I know. But I want to use this. I hate the idea of Franklin’s money sitting there. It feels wrong. And I, well, I used it before to help people get away,” she confessed.

I squeezed her hand. I knew she did something with that money, I just had no idea how selfless she was.

But I understood what she meant. She didn’t need her stepfather’s dirty money, anyway.

I would work myself to the bone to make sure Meredith had everything she wanted, everything she needed.

My wife would want for nothing. If she wanted to buy other properties for the shelter to use as lodging for its residents, that was more than okay with me.

I leaned forward and captured her lips in a hard, fast kiss. Smiling against her mouth, I breathed deeply. Just sucking in all the flavors of her.

I really loved this woman.

More than anything.

She owned parts of me I didn’t know existed.

Deep, dark, secret parts.

Meredith elicited emotions I didn’t think I was capable of feeling.

Protective instincts. Possessive ones, too.

Hell, I knew I would do terrible things to keep her safe and warm and happy. And most importantly, with me. Because that was where she belonged.

With me.

“We’re here, Boss.”

My gaze darted to the front of the SUV. I almost smirked.

Marco was waiting for me to tell him what to do. I nodded once, dipping my head to the front of the SUV.

He got out of the vehicle and stood there, on guard. But he made not one move towards my wife’s door.

Nice job.

“Wait for me, Little Red.”

“Yes, Josef.”

“That’s right, Good Girl, always wait for me,” I whispered, touching her chin with my forefinger and thumb.

I knew she would.

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