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I blink up at him. “Winter? But we just met?—”

“We just met this spring,” he confirms. “But I saw you months before that. Then I had to work to get you to go out with me.”

Laughing, I sag against him, nestling my head under his chin.

“I guess it’s good you’re a hard worker. This is nice. When do you suppose the others will get here?”

“As soon as they can. I should have checked my phone.”

I don’t move to get off him. “I’m so tired, Beck.”

“You can go to bed, and I can handle the rest.”

“No.” I shake my head and drag my fingertips up and down his arm, enjoying the way his muscles feel under my touch. “I don’t mean that. I’m so tired of dealing withhim.It’s gone on too long.”

“We’re going to figure this out, Irish. I promise. This is the last time that fucker gets close to you in any capacity.”

I don’t just want to believe him, Ido.Because I know that Beckett won’t let anything happen to me.

I haven’t felt this safe in three years.

ChapterTwenty-One

LEWIS

A.K.A. The Arsehole

Tonight was worth every moment of planning, strategy, and money that it took to make it happen. God, the scent and softness of her lustrous skin. The feel of her slim body beneath my fingers. Absolute heaven. No doubt she’s hated being away from my touch as much as I’ve loathed being away from her.

But not for long.

I watched her all evening, moving around the room, smiling. Laughing. Her elegance and sophistication are so effortless.

She was with a man, but when she was finally alone, I made my move, and it was everything I’d hoped for. She’s gained weight, and that will have to come off, of course.

My tiny dancer has to look a certain way.

But her dress was beautiful, and when I leaned in to say hello and pressed my lips to her ear, I swear I heard her gasp with lust.

It thrilled her to see me as much as it did me to see her.

I had to rush to the men’s room and lock myself in a stall and stroke myself until I came all over my hand. My attraction to her is so intense. I wish I’d had time to invite her with me, to boost her up against the wall and rut myself into her until I filled her with my release.

Next time.

And there will be a next time.

As soon as I figure out where my tiny dancer is hiding, I’ll make her mine.

ChapterTwenty-Two

BECKETT

Ihave my lips buried in Skyla’s damp hair, quietly simmering with rage. She’s needed me to be gentle tonight, to care for her, to love her, and I’m happy to do that for her, but I’m ready to tear someone apart.

A specific someone.

Skyla startles when the doorbell rings, and I sweep my hand down her spine and back up again.

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