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The cold barely hits me before he’s covering me in a tee that smells like him.

Spice and man and Riggs.

I inhale and then again when he lifts me and tucks me beneath the covers. The cool bite of the sheets makes me shiver again, but not for long because he’s crawling in behind me the next heartbeat, pulling the blankets over us, drawing me flush against his chest, and wrapping his warm, strong body around mine.

My eyelids droop again.

“Sleep, chérie,” he orders softly.

I shouldn’t.

I need to keep apologizing.

I need to make it up to him.

I need to find a way to?—

“Sleep, baby,” he says, rubbing a hand lightly up and down my arm.

I need to?—

But then I lose my battle with sleep.

And darkness pulls me under.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Riggs

“Riggs,” she moans softly.

I want to know every detail of what has her calling out my name in her dreams, what has her eyes moving beneath her eyelids, her lips parting on unsteady breaths, her ass pushing back and undulating against my cock.

“Riggs,” she moans again.

Christ.

I tighten my arms around her curvy body, bury my face in her hair and inhale deeply. I don’t know what magical shampoo she uses, but her hair always smells incredible.

And thankfully, holding her close seems to have calmed her.

She’s motionless in my arms, her breathing evened out, slow and steady and calm.

I hold her while trying to plan what my next steps should be.

We have a game tonight and she likely has clients, but I can’t just wake up and go on with my life like the last few days haven’t happened.

Her father—God, I want to hunt him down and beat him to a pulp.

Which is illegal and would take me away from the woman I love, so is likely the wrong solution to the problem I’m pondering. So, I need to plan. I need to talk to Knox, need to be here for Ella, need to…

Take her pain away.

But, as much as I want to, I can’t just make it disappear like a fucking magic trick.

“Riggs.”

Not a moan.

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