Page 231 of Remy

Good and bad. Light and dark. Innocence and guilt. But there’s no denying the selfish part of me that purrs in contentment at her admission.

“You make me feel alive, Remy.”

That contentment fractures. She has no clue how close I am to fucking this all up. “I’m glad I’ve done something right.”

I wrap my hand around the vibrator and slide it into my pocket, suppressing my apprehension with the sickening thrill of how her pleasure coats my palm.

Her smile sobers. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

And I hope to hell she never sees me through mine.

My cell vibrates in my pants.

Ollie raises a taunting brow. “Another toy?”

I smirk through my annoyance at the interruption. My phone is silenced to all but a few numbers. The only calls able to come through are usually important.

I drag my cell from my pocket and stare at Lucy’s name illuminated on screen.

“Is that Dad’s Lucy?” Ollie swipes at the errant strands of hair clinging to her cheeks.

“Yeah.” An unwanted sense of foreboding skitters down my spine.

“Are you going to answer it?”

“No.” Carlo’s nurse hasn’t called me before. Apart from a few short texts prior to her employment, and another few to arrange the trip to Berkeley Springs, our communication has been limited. But that won’t always be the case.

“Why not?” Ollie asks.

The call ends. The cell screen turns dark.

I raise my attention to her. “I’m sure whatever it is can wait.” I don’t want to speak to Lucy in front of Ollie. “And besides, I’ve got more important people to concentrate on right now.”

The tops of her cheeks turn a rosier shade of pink.

It’s crazy, the things that make her blush.

“I’ll call her back later.” I pocket the device and glide my hand over Ollie’s jaw, stealing another kiss. “I’ve barely started making my way through the list of things I want to do to you.”

38

OLIVIA

I’m about to whimper in renewed yearning when his phone vibrates again.

He tenses.

It’s only slight. The barest of movements. But enough to cement the uncomfortable feeling in my gut.

He releases me to retrieve his cell.

Lucy remains illuminated on the screen.

“I need to take this.” He fixates on the phone as he walks farther down the hall, swiping to connect the call. “Lucy?”

He falls quiet, raking a rough hand through his hair.

I swallow the dryness taking over my throat, all the tingling lust previously coursing through my body now deadweight in my gut.

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