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Loved, she feels loved. She won’t say it and neither will I. Speaking it will only make it harder when she has to leave. Since we can’t speak the words, I’ll have to tell her the only way I still can.

I wrap my arms around her and move her body on top of mine. I lift my hips every time I pull her down on my cock. I’m gasping into her mouth, and all logical thought escapes my head.

Wren’s eyes glaze over and her mouth falls open, a long sexy moan slipping free of her mouth. Her pussy clenches tight around my cock, and I can’t hold back any longer. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I explode, coming in hot jets as I hold myself still deep inside of her.

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Wren

“Have a seat and quit fussing over me,” Dolores insists.

I ignore her demand for a minute and continue to take stock of her cabinets, making a grocery list for things that she’s running low on. “Not likely. I don’t have anyone else to fuss over, as you put it, so hush and let me take care of you.”

“When you put it that way dear,” she pulls a folded piece of paper from the pocket of her apron, “these are the errands I’ve been meaning to run.”

Rolling my eyes, I take a seat across from her at the table and accept the cup of coffee she pushes my way. “Take a muffin dear and talk to me for a bit. I want to hear how things are going with that beefcake you’re shacking up with.”

“Dolores!” I narrow my eyes at her. “Was there even a pest problem?”

She raises one frail shoulder. “There could have been. Honestly, a house as old as this one, treating it was likely necessary.”

“You manipulated me,” I accuse.

Dolores laughs. “It was for your own good. The two of you are too damn stubborn, and someone needed to give you a little push to give this thing between you a chance.”

I sigh. “It’s impossible though. Long term it will never work out.”

She shakes her head, her iron colored curls bounce with the movement. “It’s only impossible if you accept it. The only thing you can’t overcome is death. Everything else is just details.”

“The possibility of losing his son is more than a detail. I can’t be the cause of Liam hating him.”

She pats my hand. “Liam also has a choice in this. He can rise above and do what’s best for everyone. He had a shot with you, and he blew it.”

“Yeah well, it doesn’t matter. We aren’t going to tell him about it. When Liam comes home, Griffin and I are done.”

“Then what are you going to do?” she asks.

“I’m going to leave. There won’t be anything left here for me. My marriage is over, my parents are gone, and my former best friend is having my husband’s baby. It’s best for me to move somewhere else and start over.”

She tuts at me. “Just like that, huh? You’re going to throw in the towel and give up without a fight?”

I shrug. “Maybe I’m tired of fighting.”

“I know dear, but wouldn’t you rather fight and keep something worth having instead of taking the easy way out?”

“Nothing about what I have to do is easy, but it’s what’s best for Griffin. That’s what love means, right? I need to choose him, even if his first instinct is to choose Liam.”

“No, honey, you need to choose you. Whoever or whatever makes you happy, choose that,” she advises.

“Isn’t that selfish?” I ask.

Dolores gives me a knowing smile. “Not at all. It’s self care. You can’t be there for others if you’re empty inside.”

I grab the list from the table. “On that note, I’m going to go run your errands, because the emptiest thing here are your cabinets. It’s a public service to keep you from going out on your bike again.”

“I only went to the pharmacy,” she argues.

“Youtriedto go to the pharmacy. I heard that you hit a rock and nearly took out the Johnson’s mailbox.”

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