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I don’t know how many times I’m repeating the words, my breath like jagged, cut glass in my chest.

Six months ago, before I met her, I would have laughed at the idea that any woman could affect me this way.

“I don’t trust you’ll do what you say,” she replied, and it felt like my heart was being ripped apart.

And the worst part of it is, it’s my own goddamn fault.

I want to kiss those luscious pink lips as she dips her head to adjust her tight little shorts.

Sex with Delilah is better than anything on earth, but god, I crave kissing her.

I can’t believe I used to be able to do it whenever I wanted.

I would give up everything if she would turn to me again with those big luminescent dark eyes and part her lips for me, the same eager way she used to open for me, tangling her tongue with mine, her body pressed tight against me.

“I will show you,” I said, once my voice felt almost under control. “I will show that I’m not that man anymore. I do what I say I will. You want me to get you the moon? Swim across the ocean? Dig all the shit out of the royal stables with a spoon? I’ll do it.”

Delilah scoffed. “Yeah. I want you to dig horse shit up with a spoon. Be serious, Alexander.”

“I am serious,” I insisted.

She sighed.

“I told you,” she said again. “Things can’t go back to how they used to be with us.”

The maelstrom of panic gripped me as it always did, filled me completely, making my head spin with the throbbing panic of her leaving me.

I would do anything to take it all back!

My hands and arms began to tremble uncontrollably, and I had to stuff my hands in my pockets, my face feeling numb and frozen.

My eyes raked her face, tried to think of something, anything, to say that was intelligent and compelling.

There was something about how she steadily held my eyes, how she tilted her head sideways.

She was waiting for me to say something.

But what?

“I know we can’t,” I said, and I had to stop and swallow, over and over, my throat feeling like it almost closed up with panic, before I could speak again. “But could we have a fresh start? Try again?”

For another several moments, she held my eyes, and it felt like she held more than that. She also held any possibility of happiness, the greatest desire of my heart, my entire fucking life, the difference between being a fucked-up playboy dumbass and a man who got a second chance with the love of his life.

“Hmph,” Delilah said, and she turned to head back down the mountain, brushing by me as she did.

My skin prickled with a needy heat at even the light touch from her.

Right now the syllables hmph were the most goddamn gorgeous things I’d ever heard in my life because hmph wasn’t no!

It didn’t mean I had much of a chance.

It might even be a chance the size of a fly’s asshole.

But there was a chance.

And I was going to seize the fuck out of it.

CHAPTER 21

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