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It’s the only way I can bring myself to leave her side for a fucking second.

Six weeks.

Christ. I almost moan aloud at the thought of sinking into my wife’s sweet sex.

Six weeks is a long time to abstain, especially with the feelings I have for this woman. and it’s been longer with the bedrest.

No problem, of course, since obviously she was growing our child and then healing after the miracle of bringing our baby into the world.

My heart swells with love and pride and it is all for her.

My Anna.

My sweet Rosebud.

There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.

The woman has me on my knees. But she’s so goddamn cute she doesn’t even seem to notice.

I would burn cities to the ground for her.

I know it’s nuts. But I can’t help it. She is precious to me.

I covet her. I need her safe. I want her happy. And with me. All the time.

I have big plans for tonight.

She is the best thing that ever happened to me and she deserves so much.

A big house.

A good life.

Safety.

Security.

And I am going to give it all to her.

I’ve already sent all my requirements to the realtor, and he already has some properties to show me.

“Boss,” Angel says, walking into my office.

“What?”

“Someone’s out front to see you,” he says, and his face looks grim.

“Who?”

“Margaret O’Doyle.”

Fuck.

I run a hand over my face. I don’t want to deal with this. Margaret O’Doyle is fucking trouble, but I can’t just walk away from my responsibilities.

I have to take this meeting.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX-ANNA

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