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“I could never forget Emma,” Jill promised with a warm smile as she leaned over Caleb and kissed the top of the adorable little girl’s head, wishing that she could do more for her.

She was such a sweet little girl, Jill thought, giving her another kiss before she moved to stand up and-

“Kissy!”

-felt her lips twitch as she gave Caleb another kiss before she stood up and glanced at the teenage boy pretending to be asleep as she made her way around the bed.

“Shane likes kisses, too,” Caleb said, forcing Jill to bite back a smile as she watched Shane crack his eyes open so that he could glare at his little brother.

Nodding solemnly, Jill said, “I did hear that somewhere.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Shane bit out as he shifted that glare in her direction.

Blinking, Jill said, “I wouldn’t think about it.”

“Good, because I hate it when you kiss me goodnight,” Shane said, making her curious about something.

“I guess I’ll just go, then,” Jill said, moving to take a step back only to watch something vulnerable flash across his face before it was gone, replaced by the cold glare that broke her heart.Ignoring his glare, Jill crossed the short distance to Shane’s bed, grabbed hold of his comforter and pulled it up to his shoulders as she leaned down and kissed his forehead. She watched Shane swallow hard as he slowly closed his eyes.

“Goodnight,” Jill said softly, reaching over to run her fingers through his hair before she reluctantly left, wondering what the hell she was supposed to do now as she made her way to her room.

The smart thing to do would be to grab the children and go find her family, but she couldn’t risk it, not with the bounties on them. She knew that her father and brother would do whatever it took to protect them and that was the problem. She couldn’t risk putting another target on her family, which meant that they were going to stay here and figure a few things out.

It wasn’t a great plan, but for now, it was all she had, Jill thought as she made her way to her new closet and the stack of books waiting for her. She paused by the doorway so that she could toe off her sneakers and push her jeans down, and god, did it feel good to wear pants again, before she climbed onto the mattress pushed against the corner.

As soon as she curled up onto her side, Jill grabbed hold of the large comforter that she’d dragged off the bed earlier and curled up before reaching over and grabbed a book off the stack that she’d helped herself to from the library downstairs. Thankful for a distraction, Jill shifted to get comfortable as she opened the book and somehow found herself thinking about Logan again. He was leaving, which was for the best. He needed to see this thing through and she needed to accept the fact that she’d apparently lost her damn mind.

Determined to stop thinking about him, Jill shifted, grumbled, and shifted again as she tried to get through the first line only to end up glaring at the book, absolutely refusing to think about how much she liked sitting on his lap. That wasfollowed by refusing to think about just how much she liked the way he touched her, the way that he kissed her and couldn’t help but moan softly when the memory had her squeezing her legs together.

There was definitely something wrong with her, Jill decided with a soft groan as she struggled to stop thinking about the moment when she realized that Logan was hard. It felt so good, Jill thought in a daze even as she couldn’t help but wonder why she wasn’t panicking. She should definitely be panicking, she thought only to end up worrying her bottom lip between her teeth and closed her eyes on a soft moan as she thought about the way Logan’s hands felt gripping her hips while he moved her over him and-

“Oh, God…” Jill mumbled weakly when intense pleasure suddenly slid between her legs.

It felt…

Oh, God, it felt so good, Jill thought, unable to help but moan as it continued. Softly moaning, she found herself rolling onto her back and allowed her legs to fall open as she felt her body come alive. Closing her eyes, Jill released a shaky breath as she slid a trembling hand beneath her panties and-

Felt her back arch off the bed as intense pleasure tore through her body when her fingertips found her slit. Her breath caught in her throat as her fingertips slid over her clit. She’d never done this before, never wanted to, but she knew that it shouldn’t feel this good.

Nothing should feel this good, Jill thought, moaning while she tentatively ran her fingertip around her swollen, wet clit as she found herself thinking about Logan. She thought about the way that his eyes turned silver when he watched her, the way that his hands moved over her as he groaned her name, and she thought about just how good it felt when she moved over him as her breaths came faster with every soft caress of her fingertips.

A moan was torn from her lips as her fingers moved faster, desperate for the pleasure that she felt building between her legs only to feel it spiral out of control, barely aware of the roar that shook the house and-

“Logan.”

CHAPTER 39

It was time to go.

He needed to get back to Manhattan and ensure the alliances that he’d made with the Packs there remained, Logan reminded himself only to glare at the bedroom door across from him, willing it to open so that he could see his angel one last time before he had to leave and-

“How did you sleep?” Tomas asked with a satisfied sigh as he leaned back against the wall across from him, his eyes lit with unholy humor as he watched him.

“Fuck off,” Logan said, determined to ignore the little bastard as he waited for his angel simply to make sure that she knew that he was leaving.

It was the polite thing to do, Logan told himself only to narrow his eyes on the door when it still didn’t fucking open a minute later.

“I slept well,” Tomas murmured, sounding thoughtful.

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