Page 26 of Claimed by the Lawman

Repressing a “Yee-haw”, he grinned and dropped his boots to the floor. Now we’re talking…

Until an image of Tyler flooded his brain.

He blinked and swiped a hand down his jaw, trying to force his head and his balls back into line. He was going to have sex with Sadie Mae and like it. No, he was going to love it. They were going to get back to the way things were before Tyler threw everything for a loop. Anyway, she was planning a date with Payne. Wasn’t that proof enough that she no longer cared or was interested in Kace?

With a swirl of hips, Sadie Mae swiveled around, gyrating her firm, large bottom in his direction and he beamed, but he didn’t feel anything south of his belt buckle. Not one darn thing.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Was he broken?

“Adults want to have sex.” Tyler’s words rang through his head.

That’s right, adults did want to have sex and he wanted to have sex right now with the sexy and lush woman standing before him. So then, why was his body misbehaving? Why didn’t he want to jump Sadie Mae’s bones instead of yearning for Tyler, even if only to see her smile or hear her voice.

Oh fuck! He was turning into freaking mush.

Jumping up from the couch he rubbed his forehead and shifted from each boot. Sweat beaded on his temples and parts of him softened.

Sadie Mae edged up close, rubbing her hip against the crotch of his jeans and then her eyes widened slightly. He gave a small shrug. She stomped across the room and into the hallway. A second later the music stopped. When she came back, her normally pretty face was scrunched and red.

“Don’t tell me we’re back to this again,” she pushed through clenched teeth.

Maybe it was time to face the facts. He was broken. Or rather under the spell of the woman who’d once owned his heart. Whatever hex she’d placed on him, Kace knew he needed to squelch it, and fast. “I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”

Her chest lifted and fell. “Are you shitting me? You’re walking out on me again?”

He was already to the door wanting to get the hell out. “I know this isn’t what we planned—”

“Not what we planned?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “If you walk out now, I promise the cookie store will be closed for good!” she threatened.

With a tight jaw, he nodded. “Don’t worry. I won’t be back.”

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