Page 137 of Possession

“You don’t know that he doesn’t want her to come.”

I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. “You really want this?”

Her eyes soften. “I do.”

I run a hand down my face, then point at the list.

“Fine, then Pierre stays.”

Megan groans. “I can’t believe we’re negotiating wedding guests like it’s a damn business deal.”

“You started it.” I grin. “I guess I taught you well.”

She leans forward, propping her chin on her palm, studying me.

“You taught me a lot of good things.”

My dick immediately hardens.

I want to get this damn negotiation over with so I can get her pretty ass underneath me pronto.

“What’s the second part of the deal?” I ask so we can get this over with and get to more important things that involve zero clothes.

“Naomi’s father.”

I take another swallow of whiskey because it sounds like I’m going to need it.

“What about him?”

“I can’t even say that I completely understand your business, so this might be a hard ask, but if you were considering hurting Naomi’s father in any way as retribution for what he did, I don’t want you to do it.”

“That is not something that can be negotiated.” My hard-on quickly deflates.

“Why not? You’ve taught me that everything is up for negotiation.”

“Not this.”

“Explain.”

“Do I really need to, Megan?”

“Yes.”

“He kidnapped you, and he tried to kill me. To many in my circle, it’s already a mistake that I’ve allowed him to continue breathing this long, but I have my reasons.”

“And I can’t imagine what those reasons are, but you’re not a cold-blooded murderer, Hunter.”

I love the way Megan sees me, although it’s highly inaccurate.

“I don’t have to be the one to slit his throat in order for him to be gone,” I tell her, although a part of me knows that I’d rather be the one holding the knife if and when it happens.

“He’s Naomi’s father.”

“And?”

“And, if I have any hope of Naomi and I reconciling one day, I can’t be the one responsible for the murder of her father.”

“And you won’t be responsible.”

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