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“Olivia…”

“I know you think I’m immature, but I understand how men work. I’m. I’m not expecting you to marry me or anything. I’m strong, and I’m not going to get hurt.”

Wylie growls. “You got it twisted, baby girl. I’m the one who’s already fallen.”

I am frozen in shock; my galloping heart is the only part of me moving. “You’ve…fallen?”

“So damn hard I can’t see straight. It’s too late for that. At least on my end.”

One thing I know about Wylie is that he’s a man who says what he means. He doesn’t mess around with his words.

And he’s good. And kind. And generous.

“Wylie, I don’t want to leave here. But I don’t want the elders to bother you…”

He quiets me with his mouth on mine. The kiss is too short.

“I don’t want you worrying about them anymore.”

This is unrealistic because I know I’ll have to face them sooner or later. I’ll have to do something to keep Nevyn away from this place.

Away from these good people. My people.

“Then we only have one other problem left to discuss.”

I’m so full of need that I’m ready to start clawing at his skin like a barn cat. “Really? Another excuse?”

He chuckles softly and kisses my throat. God, that feels good.

“Yeah. I can’t screw you in the barn. It wouldn’t be right.”

I whisper, “Then take me to your room, Wylie. I’ve been missing your bed.”

My cowboy kisses me so hard I see stars even though my eyes are closed.

Chapter Twelve

Wiley

I lock the door to my room behind me.

Our room now.

I’m sure my brothers can hear everything, and I’ll catch hell from them in the morning.

Privacy is going to be essential if this thing between Olivia and me is going to work. Hell, if I have to build a separate lodge for the brothers, or a cabin for us, so be it. Boom or bust at the ranch, we always figure things out together. Ultimately, I know that if Olivia stays with me, the boys will be happy for me. They might give me shit, but I know they have no ill will.

Olivia and I lie together on my bed, facing each other in the dark. She clings to me as I kiss her deeply, letting my tongue slide into her mouth. Her sexy noises at every new sensation make me feel like a freaking Adonis, but I’m hardly that.

“I like sharing a bed with you, Olivia. I know that’s why I’ve been sleeping so good.”

“Well.”

“Hm?”

“Sleeping so well,” she corrects.

“You’re right. This is why you have to stay,” I tease, tapping my index finger lightly on the tip of her nose.

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