Page 20 of Say It's Forever

“We have the same freckle here.” She points to the one freckle on her face near her upper lip. “And she has a limp when she walks.”

“Did she get hurt or was she born that way?” I feel like I already know the answer to the question. The sadness that washes over Snow's face confirms it. When she tells me about how Libby got that limp, it only fuels the fire inside of me to end all of those fuckers. I would take pleasure in it.

“How will you feel if something happens to your father? If he puts up a fight?” Snow drops her gaze to her lap, where she is wringing her fingers together now. I want to make sure I know where she stands on this. There is no way in hell I would do something that she would resent me for. I couldn’t bear it.

“Whatever needs to happen to get my sister out.”

“Hey.” I put my finger under her chin, lifting her head so that her eyes meet mine. “You don’t have to shy away from anything when it comes to me, Snow. You want him dead, all you have to do is say the word.” I want her to know that there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Well, unless she asked me to let her go.

“You make me feel kind of powerful.”

“Good.” I want that for her. For her to know that no one is going to fuck with her. That she could have them torn apart if they dare try. I lean in and press a kiss to her mouth. “Now, finish eating. I’m going to send my brother this information.”

“Mmkay,” she tells me with hooded eyes, and I know where her mind has gone. I could see the desire in her eyes when I kissedher earlier. I love that after everything she’s been through with men that she looks at me that way. That she has put her trust in me. It’s something I’ll never take for granted. It nearly kills me, but I tear myself away before I have her over the kitchen island with her panties around her ankles and my cock deep inside her tight little pussy.

I’m already worried I took things too far in my office earlier. When she swiped her finger across my cock and then tasted my cum, I almost lost my shit. Then, sinking to her knees in front of me. Fuck me. I know I should slow things down, but I will never tell her no when it comes to new experiences with me. She’s had enough rules to live by for an entire fucking lifetime.

Not sure if Snow realized the fucked-up shit I did when I pressed my cum inside of her with my finger. I don’t know what came over me, but there was no stopping me. I had this need to mark her inside and out.

I’m going to blame it on the fact that I know some fucker out there thinks she belongs to him. This dipshit offered her to be his third wife. This man is seriously fucked in the head. How could you even want to touch or be with someone else when you have Snow?

I review everything and forward it to my brother, then go back into the kitchen. “Can I snap a picture of you?” I ask her. I don’t want to send a picture of her to my brother. I’m still not ready to share her yet, but anything to help find her sister has to be put above my fucked-up head right now. “Might help my brother find Libby easier since you said you two look alike.”

“Of course.” Snow tilts her head, giving me a smile. She’s stunning. I snap the picture and send it before I try and talkmyself out of it. “When do you think we’ll be able to do something?” She slips off her chair, going over to the window.

“Ace is going in now.”

“What?” Snow spins around. “Really? It’s still pretty awful out.”

“It will work in his favor.”

“Really?” Her nose scrunches. “He won’t freeze?”

“He won’t freeze. We’ve experienced worse situations,” I admit. “He’ll be dressed in white from head to toe, and he’s taking a drone.”

“A drone?”

“You want to see one?”

"Yes, but I also want to know what you meant when you said you've been in worse situations."

"All right," I agree. If I want Snow to give herself to me, I'm going to have to do the same. I just know the men around her have been cruel, and I never want her to see me as she does them.

14

WINTER

“I’m no longer a snow angel, I’m now a snowball.” I laugh. “I’m not wearing this coat, it's wearing me.”

“Still sexy as hell.” To prove his point, Garrett lays a long, hard, possessive kiss on me.

“That’s one way to keep me warm,” I say breathlessly.

“I’m trying to put clothes on you, Snowball, not take them off, so stop tempting me.” He pulls a knitted hat over my head. The coat he gave me put mine to shame.

“This coat is a lot warmer than mine.”

“We’ll go to the city and get you your own winter gear.” He puts it so simply. As though it’s no big deal to buy me new things or for me to actually go to the city to purchase them at the store.

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