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I take a deep breath and exhale. No time like the present to keep taking those steps to be brave, I suppose. “I love you, too.”

A thousand different emotions play over his face, but the one that finally lands is something between relief and disbelief. He picks me up and swirls me around the low tide, and I squeal as he grips me tight.

After he sets me down, he cups my face once more. “Willa Dean Dash, you are everything.” When he kisses me, it’s tender and searching, soft and sweet, and as the surf slowly buries ourfeet in the sand and water, all I can think is how in love with this man I am.

Underneath it all, though, I’m scared. Scared of this new chapter, but also scared of what he’s told me. All I can do is hold on to the man I love. It’ll all work out.

Somehow.

Chapter 26

Reid

“FUCK, REID,YES!”

Willa’s thighs squeeze my head as she bucks and writhes, lost to the orgasm.

I give her no time to recover, rolling on a condom and rising to thrust into her as I stand on the ground, her legs thrown up against me. “Don’t stop coming, gorgeous.”

Her eyes widen as her pussy clenches around my cock, a pink blush blooming on her body. I piston into her, desperate to keep her going as she whimpers and mews.

I woke up to her kissing her way to my cock, but fuck if I was going to come before she did. So I flipped us, yanked her to the edge of the mattress, and buried my face in her pussy.

I want this forever. I don’t know how to make that happen.

My own release builds quickly, not helped by the vision of this beautiful woman before me, her dark hair tousled by sleep, her blue eyes hazy with lust and pleasure, her tits bouncing with every thrust into her, and those lips, moaning and telling me things that make me believe this could last forever.

Her walls pulse hard around my cock, and I yell as I come inside her, nearly blacking out in the wake of it.

She laughs as I pull out and stumble to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. She’s sitting upright when I return, her eyes bright and full of mischief. “Is that gonna happen every morning I try to give you a blowjob? Because if so, sign me up.”

“You’re trouble,” I chide, shaking my head.

Sliding off the bed and closing the distance between us, she wraps her arms around me and kisses my chest. “But I’m the best kind, right?”

I smack her ass. “Definitely. Come on—I’ll start the shower.”

There aretwo words to describe me: possessed and obsessed.

Possessed with an unwavering need to find the asshole who shot my uncle.

Obsessed with the way Willa told me she loved me. Not just yesterday, but this morning, too, as she got out of my truck in front of the diner.

Even though I didn’tquitesay it back. But I do. Love her, that is. It’s just…what happens now? I’ve got four weeks left in this town.

How am I supposed to do this?

My hands itch to pick up the phone and call Dad, to hear him give me shit and tell me I know exactly what to do. But I don’t. Because what I really should be focused on is who shot my uncle. Finding that asshole and putting him behind bars. Or in the ground if he’s dumb enough to try anything.

Honestly, I wish he would.

“Mind if I use Chief’s office?” I ask Betty, tilting my head toward the only place in the station with a door. “I need to make a call.”

She peers up at me. “You trying to find who did this to our chief?”

“Obviously,” I deadpan.

She sniffs. “Fine. But don’t get comfortable in there—Chief will be back before you know it.”

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