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That damn man….

I climb out of bed, his black t-shirt falling near my knees as I walk over to him. He smiles, his eyes looking over me with hunger and love as he pushes off the doorframe. When I’m close enough, he grips the bottom of the shirt, and lifts it off of me.

His eyes go to my swollen stomach, making my breath stutter.

Is he going to be disgusted?

James furrows his brows and asks, “Are you sure you’re not pregnant?” His eyes are on my stomach, which flips, butterflies moving around.

I know what he means because well, I thought it too, but the doctor shot it down.

He said the scans and pregnancy tests were all negative.

I clear my throat and tilt my head, asking, “Are you trying to say I’m fat?”

I’m trying to joke, but he’s clearly not in a laughing mood. Instead, he rolls his eyes and says, “I’m serious, Brook. Your stomach looks more like a pregnant belly, not like someone who has stomach cancer—I should know; I’ve fucking researched it all night last night while you slept; it took everything in me not to hack the hospital records.”

He has bags under his eyes, and he looks stressed.

I wipe away a few fallen tears, ignoring them. I whisper, “I thought that, too. Heck, I thought I felt movement last week, but the consultant says it’s all in my mind. He took a pregnancy test and did scans…. There’s no baby, just possibly a tumor.”

His jaw ticks, confusion etching his beautiful ocean eyes, but he nods, bringing his hands around my waist. Leaning down, he takes my lips, and I hum, before he pulls back, his eyes taking me in.

“I missed waking up with you,” I whisper.

He smiles gently and states, “Get used to it, baby, because there’s no more running for you.” He then presses his lips against mine, lifting me, making me giggle against his lips.

One moment I’m in his arms, and the next, my back is against the cold shower wall, his cock seated deep inside me, his piercings rubbing against my vaginal walls, sending jolts of pleasure through me. With the water raining down on us, the feeling of home hits me hard.

Regret sinks in for how I’ve reacted these past few months since Nina returned.

I never should have pushed him away, and he certainly never should have allowed another woman to touch him.

So much mess between us….

Two hours later, I’m bouncing my leg, waiting to be called in to see Dr. Heart, my eyes on the receptionist who is absolutely stunning, with straight, dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes, is watching us like hawks—no, not us, just James.

James puts his hand on my knee, squeezing it in support, but right now, my potential diagnosis is not what’s getting me antsy, it’s the receptionist.

Her eyes go down his body for the fifth time since we’ve sat, and I growl, “If that receptionist looks at you one more time with bedroom eyes, then I’m going to drop kick her!”

He chuckles, knowing I will—him being my teacher and all. He places his lips against my neck, then rasps, “I’ll hold her down for you.”

I grin, I can’t help it; it’s what he does to me. My smile falls quickly at realizing he would have held me up these past few months, and I wouldn’t let him. I whisper, “I’m sorry.” It’s something I’ve wanted to say for a long time.

He looks confused and concerned. He pulls back, cupping my cheek.

“What for, Angel?”

I rasp, “For pushing you away instead of leaning on you.” I sniffle, wiping away a fallen tear, not understanding why I feel so emotional right now. I continue as his grip tightens on my cheek, “I’m sorry for not confronting you that day, for not giving you a chance to explain yourself. I’m so sorry, James….”

His eyes glisten, and he leans forward, kissing my lips gently, murmuring, “There’s nothing to forgive, Angel; I love you. Besides, I fucked up too, remember? You’ve already taken your anger out on my bike, laptop, and computers.”

I chuckle a little and nod. “I love you, too, and don’t think I didn’t notice all my belongings at your house, including my dogs. So if I were you, I’d hide your new laptop.”

He grins and shrugs, not at all worried or sorry for moving me in.

I guess I would have noticed sooner if I’d gone home once in a while, but I haven’t since finding Shadow dead.

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