Page 38 of The Soul Never Forgets

“Waiting is the last thing I want. But I need you to be mine. All mine. It bothers me that there’s another woman out there who believes you’re going to beherhusband. She has a ring on her finger that is a promise you made to her. She has a part of you as long as she believes she’s going to become your wife. I can’t give myself to you until all of you belongs to me.”

“It’s that important to you?”

“Yes, having you all to myself is that important to me.”

“All right, we’ll wait. But when can we read the next journal? If I can’t have sex with you in this life, I need to at least have sex with you vicariously through Frank.”

I can’t blame Dawsey for wanting more of Frank and Augustina. They were really good at having sex.

“I’m free tonight. Does six o’clock work for you?”

“Yeah. Do you want to come to my place this time?”

“Yeah, I’d love to see where you live.”

“I’ll text you my address.” Dawsey smiles. “After you give me your phone number.”

“Yes, I suppose soul mates do need that kind of vital information.”

He hands his phone to me and I thumb my info into his contacts, smiling as I type “Soul Mate” into the field below my last name. “Should I expect a home-cooked meal tonight?”

“You shouldn’t unless you want to spend the next twelve hours in the bathroom.”

I see that the bad-cook trait passed from Frank to Dawsey. “That bad, huh?”

‘It’s worse than bad. But I’m excellent on the grill.”

Well, there’s that at least.

“I can bring dinner.”

“No, you cooked last night. Let me pick up something. What sounds good?”

“Surprise me.”

“I don’t know what you like. What if I pick something you hate?”

“Go with your gut. I’m confident you’ll pick something I like.”

He gets up, stopping to kiss the top of my head before he leaves. “Until tonight.”

Top-of-the-head kisses. Forehead kisses. Both are sweet kisses that make me feel adored. And they’re what I must settle for until his engagement is called off.

But what I really want are lip-biting kisses. Growl-in-your-mouth kisses. Nails-down-his-back kisses. And I shall have them. Soon.

But not soon enough.

“See you tonight.”

Chapter9

Caroline Beaumont

New Orleans,Louisiana

Present Day

Dawsey’s house is very…bachelor-esque. It’s clean and organized, which makes me beyond happy, but the style clearly screams that a single man is the only one who lives here. I guess it should make me happy that Devin hasn’t left her mark on it.

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