Page 127 of Forgot to Tell You Something

“What are you doing back here?” I turn to see Tally leaning against Beth’s office door, arms crossed over her chest, and a curious expression on her face.

“I brought pizza for everyone.”

She nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. My woman is sexy without trying. Actually, the less she tries, the sexier she becomes, and right now, she’s so delectable that I’m having trouble containing myself.

“That’s most awesome of you.”

“It gets better.” I hand Tally the smallest box. “One personal supreme pizza with extra supremeness.”

“Are you plying me with pizza?” she questions, opening the box lid and letting out a moan of contentment.

“Absolutely. I’m no fool. I’m well aware that you have a distinct weakness for pizza.”

“Among other things.”

And just like that, my dick is hard as a rock. Damn these tight jeans.

I run my eyes along the length of her body in a blatant eye fuck. Pregnancy looks good as hell on this woman. “Don’t start something, Darlin, you don’t plan on finishing.”

Tally winks at me, giving those luscious hips a shake. “Oh, I’ll finish, alright. I’ll eat this entire pizza.”

I chuckle as she strolls back into Beth’s office. Fire. Pure fire.

The pies aren’t on the table two minutes before the residents peek into the kitchen, their eyes widening with glee at the surprise.

To be fair, I bought the pizzas because my gorgeous girl needs to eat. I know she’s pregnant, or at least I’m 99.9% positive about that fact. She needs to take care of herself, and Tally sucks at self-care.

That’s where I come in.

But the pizza purchase isn’t just for Tally’s benefit. The women and children living in the shelter treat the smallest kindness as if you’d handed them the keys to the kingdom.

They’re far more used to abuse than kindness, and their smiles as they dig in are worth every penny.

I feel a bump to my right and glance down to see Tally giving me a hip check, a piece of pizza in one hand. “Thank you. You made their day.”

“Am I still in the doghouse?”

“Yes, but at least you’re not chained to it anymore. There’s hope for everyone.” She giggles as I swipe a bite off her pizza, throwing an arm around her shoulder.

“Where the fuck is she?” a male voice thunders through the house. Across the kitchen, one of the newer residents, Marla, drops her pizza to the floor.

“Oh my God, no,” she whispers, pushing her young son behind her in a protective gesture. “How did he find me?”

“Stay there,” Tally warns, tossing her pizza box onto the table. “I’ll handle this.”

“Like hell you will,” I thunder, grasping her shoulders and forcing her to look at me. “Youstay here, too. I’ll go handle this. Call the cops.”

Tally nods, grasping my hand. “Be careful, Owen.”

I press a kiss to her palm, forcing a smile. “Always.”

I’m no slouch in the boxing department, but I’m sure as hell hoping I can reason with this man, at least until the cops arrive.

As soon as he catches sight of me, I realize that a logical discussion is not an option.

He charges, and I barely manage to block his swing. “Where the fuck is she? Where is the little whore?”

I raise my hands, my voice belying the apprehension in my belly. I can tell from his dilated pupils and the stench of his breath that he’s high on a menagerie of drugs and alcohol. “You need to calm down. This is a private residence, and you are trespassing.”

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