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I’d given much more than she gave and if I wanted to keep her in my life, she better earn her place. Too often have I rushed to fantasise about the end when I never even asked questions at the beginning. Intimacy wasn’t a shared experience, it was trust.

“Poor girl. I’m sorry for your loss, she must’ve been—” Kenna tried to say.

“Where do you come from?” She wouldn’t earn my trust so easily. A saviour’s act fooled me once, but I’m not a fool twice. I won’t let myself. I needed to know something. Anything about her so that I wasn’t in an informational deficit.

Her eyebrows furrowed before she answered. “Bilham, South Yorkshire.”

“You don’t have the accent?” I challenged. There was something I didn’t all the way trust in her polished stature.

“I was homeschooled, and often confined to the needs of the family business. I didn’t get out much.”

“Homeschooled, really? Don’t lie to me.” I narrowed my eyes.

“I’m not, swear to God.” There was something clinical in her responses. Obtuse. She defended her lie.

“Who taught you then?”

“My mother when I was younger, my father as I got older.”

“What was your favourite subject in school?”

Her gaze darkened at that. “History.” There was an ominous edge to the word.

“Okay, okay,” I stumbled, remembering and working all the information in my head. I couldn’t think on my feet. “You have siblings?”

“Brothers.”

“How many?”

“Two.” She unbuckled her seatbelt.

“They nice?”

“They’re brothers.”

“Hmm,” I hesitated, I didn’t know anything about that.

“I’m going to kiss...”

Huh? “Who?”

“You.”

Then, she pounced.

Chapter 14

KENNA

The kiss was clumsy at first, but I grasped her chin to command the kiss, and I sank deeply into her warmth. My tongue coaxed for hers to meet mine. Give me your all, princess.

I’d feel guilty for the distraction if it wasn’t for the way that I dropped my hand from her chin to loosely wrap around her neck. My fingers grazed her pulse point as I held her still. Her heart rate spiking further at the touch. Oh, you like it? Good.

“Don’t be kissing in the backseat.” Neenan’s plea cut through the bubble of heat we’d created. A good boy shouldn’t get what he wants, so I switched gears into a full on make out sesh. I grabbed her hip, fisting the fabric of her dress so that it would lift a little and she’d be flush with my chest. “No Frenching in my backseat. Laney?!”

That got her out of it.

Bastard.

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