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I cocked my head, raising an eyebrow. “How many times have you done this before? Catching feelings for a woman where you’re possessive of her?”

That wasn’t jealousy stirring inside of me. Nope.

I was fully lying to myself.

His eyes smoldered, and a faint grin showed. “None before you.”

None.

Before you.

Oh… oh man!

Warmth sizzled inside of me.

He watched me, waiting until I let out a small gasp of air.

“You serious?”

He nodded. “You’re the only one, Kalista.”

“You’re telling me you have feelings for me?”

He smirked. “I think that’s a given, based on what I just said and how I’ve been acting. You know that.”

I swallowed, feeling a lump there. My voice dropped low. “I wasn’t aware that this wasn’t a usual occurrence for you.”

I felt like a schoolgirl here.

“I’ve laid claim to you,” Shane said. “In our world, that means a lot. But I meant what I said this morning.” His eyes looked through me, slipping right through any walls I had. “Your heart—I’m aware you hold it precious. But babe, it means something to me what we did this morning. What we’ve been doing the last few days.”

Oh.

Wow.

That wall he referred to? It wasn’t as thick as it used to be, but I didn’t know if I dared share that. Not yet. It’d be giving too much away.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

He was still studying me, seeming to know my insides better than I did.

I squirmed in bed, stretching and letting out another yawn. “I’m thinking I like you.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “Maybe a whole lot.”

He gave me a searing stare. “Same, Kali. Same.”

My phone rang, and he glanced at it. “It’s your friend again, but what I was starting to say is that no matter where you go tonight, we go too. You want to grab a pizza and movie in their hotel room? Fine with us, but we’ll be close by. Parking lot. I might stick Roadie to hang out in the end of your hallway, but hotel or grabbing a beer at Manny’s, either works for us. You do what you want. These are your friends, your time to catch up. Sounds like a lot of drama needs to be shared, and I get that.”

The phone kept ringing.

We ignored it.

“The owner’s husband. Is that history I need to know about?”

He shook his head. “Nope. In the past. We picked guys who wouldn’t be recognized, if that’s your worry. He don’t know me. I don’t know him. That’s just club business, and with our club, that’s going to happen in a whole lot of places. It has nothing to do with you, or even me, really.”

That didn’t quite make sense, but I was getting how the club was its own entity.

The phone stopped ringing.

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