Page 49 of Owned In Misty Mountain

My body doesn’t know how to forget him now.

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Brie leans in, conspiratorial. “Do you think he’s out there… losing his mind?”

Tara fans herself. “He probably threw a chair already.”

“I hope so,” I murmur.

Because I need him right now.

My skin’s tingling. My thighs ache. I’ve been on edge since sunset.

And if he walked through that door right now, I wouldn’t even blush.

I’d crawl into his lap and let everyone watch.

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And then—

It happens.

The door swings open.

The noise of the tavern dips just enough for me to hear his bootson hardwood.

Then the entire room tilts.

He’s standing there.

Mike.

Big. Broad. Bearded. Eyes locked on mine like nothing else exists.

My mouth goes dry.

“Uh,” Tara whispers. “Is your man about to cause a scene?”

“He looks like he’s about to commit a felony,” Brie says.

Mike storms through the tavern like it’s empty.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t slow down.

Just walks straight to me, grabs me around the waist, and hauls me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.

The whole bar gasps.

I squeal. “Mike—what the hell—”

“You’re done.”

“That’s my line!”

“Say goodbye.”

I’m breathless. Laughing. Wet.

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