Page 73 of Knot a Good Idea

“Give me time,” I say, surprised at my vulnerability. “Just…trust me that I’ll tell you if I’m ready to.”

For once, I’m seriously considering telling Hunter my story.

He smiles, showing off his ridiculously attractive dimples. “I can work with that.”

I can’t help but match his smile.

I’ve smiled a lot since I’ve met the pack. Maybe not so much at Donovan, but with Liam and Hunter, it’s hard not to enjoy their company.

Even if Hunter has a smart mouth and is too flirtatious for his own good.

But once the cat board game ends, I can’t ignore the arousal that courses through me anymore.

My cunt is overly sensitive and throbbing with need, like I’m in some sort of old-fashioned romance novel.

I’mhorny.

“Do you want to see your room?” I blurt, standing up.

Hunter looks at me knowingly. “Sure, babe, lead the way.”

“I’m not sure if you’ll be that impressed, though. It’s nothing likeyourhouse.”

“I grew up in a shitty apartment. Trust me, this is a thousand times better. I would have killed to live in a place like this as a kid.”

“Really?”

He nods. “Oh, yeah. I didn’t have shit until we founded Axton. We’ve all slept in our cars a few times. Even Donovan.”

That surprises me. “Oh, I thought you were more…”

“Spoiled?” He makes a face. “I mean, yeah, it’s fun to have nice shit, but it’s hard to forget when you hadnothing.”

I’m not sure what to say. I couldn’t imagine Donovan sleeping in a car.

My mom’s house is small, but well-lived in. Picture frames and paintings hang on the walls, and random trinkets we’ve found at farmer’s markets and yard sales perch on bookshelves and tabletops.

It’s not just a house, it’s a home.

But as we head down the hallway toward the guest room, Hunter stops in front of one of the displays.

“Oh,” I groan. “Come on, you don’t need to look at that.”

“But you’re so cute,” he teases, staring at the collage my mom made of my achievements. “Honor roll and everything.”

My high school senior picture is in the middle, surrounded by my academic awards. My business degree hangs on the wall as well.

“Andclass president?” Hunter adds. “I’m impressed.”

“Captain of the debate team, too,” I mutter.

“I knew you were smart. No wonder you can stand up to Donovan.”

I roll my eyes. “I just happen to be rational.”

“Well, that makes one of us.”

Hunter steps closer to me until our shoulders are almost touching as we both look at the collage.

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