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“No, you’re not,” he said.

She crept down the hallway toward the front door. She stared indecisively at the door handle before studying Isaac on her phone screen. God, he looked so good.

You should let him inside. He probably just wants one last hate fuck. Nothing wrong with that, right? We need one last time with him, one last chance to remember how he tastes, how he kisses, how he fucks… please, Rayna.

She reached for the door handle before pausing. What was she doing? She didn’t know why Isaac was here, but it wasn’t to fuck her. And it certainly wasn’t to tell her he loved her.

“Rayna, open the door.”

It was so hard to resist him, but she said, “It’s not a good time.”

“We need to talk about the house sale,” he said.

Her stomach clenched. “I signed the papers. You can talk to Kira - she has them.”

“I know you did.” He held up a brown envelope before sliding the papers out of it. “I stopped at Kira’s office and asked her to give them to me.”

Shock made her stagger toward the door when, with a determined look on his face, Isaac held up the papers and tore them in half.

CHAPTER 48

Rayna fumbled with the two locks and the deadbolt before yanking the door open. “Isaac, what are you doing?”

He immediately pushed his way into the house, the look on his face suggesting he thought she might slam the door in his face if he didn’t move quickly.

“What did you do?” She grabbed the torn papers from him, a panicky part of her wondering if they would still be valid if she taped them together. She nearly ran into the kitchen, setting the papers on the table and grabbing some tape from the drawer.

“Rayna, stop, baby,” Isaac said as she pushed the ripped pieces of paper together. He gently tugged the tape dispenser from her hand. “I’m not buying your house.”

Despair crashed over her, and she sank into a kitchen chair, burying her face in her hands for a few seconds before taking a deep breath. She was fucked if Isaac didn’t buy her house. She had to change his mind. She’d get on her knees and beg if she had to.

Without looking at him, she said, “Three twenty-five.”

“What?” he said.

“I’ll sell it to you for three twenty-five,” she said.

“No. That isn’t -”

She made herself meet his gaze. “Three hundred. I’ll sell you the house for three hundred.”

Despite her best effort, she was crying again for a record third time today. “You have to buy the house. Please, Isaac.”

He crouched in front of her, his hand cupping her face, his thumb swiping at the tears. “Shit. Don’t cry, baby. God, I am fucking this up again.”

Before she could stop him, he scooped her out of her chair and sat in it, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her upper chest. His lips were cold, and he smelled like snow and pine trees.

“I’m so sorry, baby. So fucking sorry,” he said.

“Please don’t back out on the house sale,” she said. “I know you’re angry with me, but you want the property, I know you do, and -”

“I want you,” he said.

For one crazy moment, she wondered if maybe she could offer him sex in return for buying the house. Before she could blurt out that insane statement, Isaac said, “Our fight was my fault, and I’m so sorry I hurt you, Rayna.”

She stared wide-eyed at him, barely registering how his thumbs were busy wiping away the tears from her cheeks again.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “When people hurt me, I push them away because being vulnerable is hard for me. You’re one of only a few people who I’ve ever truly been myself with, and when I thought that you didn’t see the real me, that you thought that I was only being nice to you because I wanted your property, it hurt me.”

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