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But aren’t you? Or taking advantage of their feelings for you.

Shit.

She slid her shoes on and reached for her coat. Where was it? The only other jacket in here was one that Salem had bought her the other day. It didn’t feel right to take it somehow, so she just drew on her old sneakers and headed out the door.

A sense of melancholy, of wrongness hit her and she wanted to turn back. She wanted to go back into that beautiful house and explain exactly who she was.

But who was she, really?

A liar.

That’s who.

And even if Salem’s mum didn’t know who she was, she knew that she wasn’t good enough for her son.

No, it was best that she go.

In the back of her mind, she knew that she should wait for the guys. That she should knock on the door and demand her phone and call them.

But that voice was easily silenced as she walked down the footpath.

Perhaps this was a good thing. She was getting far too close to them. If Salem’s mother could see the truth about her, then she was certain she would tell him.

And then he’d know and so would the others.

That she was definitely bad news and no good for them.

Salem couldn’t ever remember gettinghome from work this early. Sometimes, he’d sleep in the break room to avoid coming back here.

But not anymore. There was actually a spring in his step as he walked to the front door and unlocked it.

Because he couldn’t wait to see Tamsyn.

An alert beeped on his phone.

Shit. More unrest in Ireland? What the fuck was going on? Criminal activity was high. Patrick O’Connor was just going to gain more popularity with his call for softer gun laws, despite his sometimes conservative views in other areas.

Salem pushed that out of his mind. He’d done some shopping during his lunch break today, something that he never usually took, and he was carrying those bags. He just hoped that she liked what was in them.

The stuff he’d chosen was a bit different than the things she’d picked out. But those were Little clothes. And these were things for adult Tamsyn.

Even though she seemed to like to wear her Little clothes all the time.

He was hoping that he could convince her to slip into Little headspace for the entire weekend. Maybe they’d take her on that trip to the seaside.

Yeah, maybe he should suggest that. And they could see if they could take a three-day weekend. She’d look adorable building a sandcastle.

As he opened the front door, the scent of cooking hit him.

What the hell? He knew that Tamsyn couldn’t cook. Roman had told them about the sandwich she’d made him. What did she think she was doing, trying to cook?

Or had he ordered in?

“Hello? Tamsyn?”

“Hello. Salem. I’m in the kitchen.”

Salem froze. Because that was most assuredly not Tamsyn.

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