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His brows bunched together. “What’s wrong?”

“Tate try not to get upset.” I swallowed hard.

The bed dipped as he kneeled beside me. “What now?” Tate tugged my dress over my head.

“Well, once you and your friends were across the room talking. A guy sent me a drink.”

He tossed my dress in the chair across the room. “Did you take the drink?”

“No.”

“Good, only accept drinks from Matt, Stephen, and your geek pack.”

I shoved my fist against his muscled chest.Fuck, so sexy.

“What about Kyle?”

“The jury is still out on him. We may have lost him to Mason. What else?”

“Later he appeared as you were walking out of the door with Veronica. We danced.”

Tate sank against the headboard, seething in only his red boxers.

“He called you a jerk.”

Tate’s eyes darkened.

“And he kissed me.”

He sat straight up. “What?”

I tried pushing him off of me.

“What is his name, Chelsea?”

“I don’t know. He never told me. Trust me, I asked. After the kiss he disappeared.”

“I told him to leave me alone.”

He pulled me into his arms. “Baby, I believe you. And I will find that fucker. Tried to steal my girl.” His lips crushed mine.

I caressed his cheek. “I’m all yours, Tate.”

“Happy New Year, Chelsea. Can’t believe I was in a dungeon for weeks. Now I’m home with my woman.”

He held me tight. “It feels so good to be back in your arms.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Good morning, Tate.” Dad’s deep voice filled the kitchen, as he poured the twins each a glass of orange juice.

I glanced over my shoulder and flashed a warm smile. He made it. I told him to come inside once he arrived.

“Good morning, Mr. Culver.”

Tate strolled toward me. His lips pressed against my hair. He greeted the twins.

Tate was back. I bit into a strip of bacon. It was so surreal we were returning to school after the hell we’d gone through toward the end of the year.

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