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My hat tipped up as I nuzzled his neck. “So good to have you home.”

“Baby, it feels good to be home in a real bed. The Hughes estate is lavish, but I’d rather live at home with my parents. Not to mention sleep in my bedroom.”

“Tate, maybe you should go home. Or visit on the weekends.”

“I think you’re right. I’ll visit on the weekends for now. If I can tolerate Mason then I’ll return home full time.” He bit into his cheeseburger.

“It’s hard to believe he was living in London for four years. You were the only kid living in your parents’ house now your brother has returned. What is that like?” I slid a forkful of chicken fettuccine into my mouth.

“Sitting in that conference room and in walks Mason. I couldn’t believe it. How was he alive? His need to seek revenge seeped from his bones. His evil stare penetrated my soul. It was enough to make me want to rip his head off. All he wanted was you.”

A chill swept up my spine as I remembered how he tried to pretend to be Tate.

“He couldn’t wait to lock me away. Mason wanted my girl and to ruin my life,” he stated through gritted teeth.

“Do you think he’ll ever change?”

“I don’t know. The second grandfather died, I thought Mason would snap out of it. See that he could become himself again. The revenge shit’s still at the forefront of his mind.”

“Believe it or not he loves Marisa. The way they stare into each other’s eyes...it’s almost like they feed off the other. One thing is for sure, he can do no wrong in her eyes.” I swiped a fry off Tate’s plate.

“Mason thought your family forgot about him. He didn’t know about the holiday candle y’all lit for him every year. For a millisecond, he wanted to do good. I was thankful he put your grandfather in his place. He pulled him off of me. Told him he wouldn’t allow him to abuse me. He grabbed him up by his shirt. Said he knew how he felt about Marisa but he was agreeing to marry me. After Mason carried me out of the office, I tried using his moment of clarity to free you. No such luck.” I shook my head.

“After Matt and I rescued you his hate for you returned. Outweighing anything else.”

Tate gripped my neck, staring into my eyes. He swallowed hard. “I hate I wasn’t able to put him down before he laid a hand on you.”

I rubbed my cheek along his hand. “I love that we’re in our special place.” I peeked up. “The mood lighting is always perfect.”

“Yeah, it is.” He breathlessly took my lips.

I shoved my tongue into his mouth. Tate wasted no time tangling our tongues.

“We have to stop.” I broke our kiss. My head rested on his chest.

“Asshole Tate needs to be present Monday.”

He sighed. “Fine.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“Chelsea.” Megan and Connie waved me down from the back door as I climbed out of the truck.

“Can’t believe you parked back here.” Megan shook her head.

I strutted toward them.

“Princess Megan, we know you never would,” I snickered looping my arm through hers.

“Megan, you know she’s right. You love parking amongst the row of Bentleys. I’m with Chelsea. The back lot is low on the radar.”

“Well, you two bitches go right ahead and park in the teachers' lot.”

“Megan, that is an overflow lot for students.” I shook my head, laughing.

“Once again you two can have it. I’ll remain on Bentley row waiting for you to reclaim your spot.”

We turned down the long hall on the second floor blending in with a sea of seniors.

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