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“Shit, Tate. Oh, yes.” My orgasm washed over me. He didn’t let up.

Tate’s eyes hooded. “I won’t give you up. I’ve waited too...long to make you mine. Chelsea,” he groaned as he stilled inside me.

He caressed my back as he ferociously took my lips again.

“I will not let you out of my sight this weekend.” He smiled as he slid out of me.

“Bring your game console. I owe you an ass beating.”

He chuckled. “In your dreams, Chelse.” Tate placed me on my feet.

“I want to see your face behind the team bench tonight.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” We dried off.

“Can I persuade you to wait a little while longer to tell everyone we’re together?”

His nostrils flared. “No.”

“Listen, I think Marisa and Mason sicced crazy Regina on you.” I sighed.

“She threatened to blow up my car if I came near you.”

His fingers froze over his crisp white shirt buttons.

He turned white as a ghost. “What the fuck?”

“Yeah. At lunch she was looking for you. She turned to Marisa and began walking toward her. Marisa told her no. Regina obeyed.

He slipped on his navy slacks. “Did anyone hear her threaten your life?”

“Lake did. I have Rocco looking into her. I wanted you to come bowling with us tonight but...”

The wheels were turning in his head. “Yeah, I get it. We can’t risk your life. Call the precinct and ask for Officer Bailey. File a restraining order against her.”

He cupped my face. For the first time I witnessed fear in his eyes. “I’ll be at the bowling alley, but I’ll keep my distance. Inform your father about the turbulent situation, but tell him you’d like to retain his services. That will keep our mothers in the dark.”

“Sounds good.”

“For now on you’ll be chauffeured everywhere you go.”

I nodded against his head.

Tate slipped my skirt over my hips and pushed the button through the hole against my back. “There’s no way I’ll lose you.”

He smoothed his hands over my arms and kissed my lips.

I buttoned my jacket upon walking out of the weight training room.

∞

Officer Bailey said he’d check the criminal database to see if Regina had any previous complaints against her. I told him my attorney would be in touch.

Dad paced the living room. “What the fuck is wrong with Tate’s brother and Marisa?”

“I don’t know. But I’ll take crazy for two hundred, Alex.”

His eyes narrowed. “This isn’t funny, Chelsea.”

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