Page 232 of Enemies

“You envy them,” she reads.

“I respect them. Because I know how fucking hard it is,” I admit, threading my fingers through hers. “Last year, my entire past was called into question. If my parents weren’t good people, why the fuck should I be? I didn’t deserve more. I didn’t deserve you. After Kings burned, the only thing I could see a path to was vengeance. I thought I was doing the right thing, the noble thing. I thought I could win you back when it was over. But in trying to save our future, I gave it away before it had begun.”

Her troubled eyes search mine. “Your past can only define you if you let it. If there’s a chance for us—if,” she goes on as if she can feel my jaded heart leap, “we need to be equals, Harrison. You can’t make decisions without me.”

She presses up on her toes, her full lips coaxing mine. I taste her, the faintest hint of my favorite whisky, but under it is strength. Resolution.

When I pull back, I murmur, “You’re a force.”

“So are you. Unafraid of jerking off in a tux with a club full of witnesses.”

My lips curve to match hers. “You enjoyed that.”

I recall how she looked on stage, daring me with her eyes, full lips parting with appreciation when I started.

“Not nearly as much as you did.” Her teeth flash white in the dark.

My laughter rumbles through my chest. God, I love this woman. More than I knew I could love anything.

“A cottage,” she says.

My brows rise. “A cottage?”

“Somewhere quiet. With a lake. No paparazzi. No work. That’s where we’ll go when this is all over.”

“Ahhh,” I say, getting into the possibility. “No internet either.”

“But how will you watch Great British Bake Off?”

“Unnecessary,” I contend as I stroke the back of her hand. “We’ll pack our bags?—“

“I own one?—“

“Which I’ll buy to replace the god-awful one you have. We can walk Barney in the mornings?—“

“Mornings?”

I splash her, and she laughs in protest.

“Early afternoon,” I concede when her laughter dies. “Though you won’t be playing any late gigs, so you won’t need to sleep in.”

“I see. And what will I be doing?”

“Swimming. Reading. Me.”

Her dark eyes search mine. “It’s one thing to fantasize about it, another thing to do it.”

I have a ton of work to do to win back her trust. I dug myself a deeper hole than I knew, but she’s worth it. She’s worth everything.

“I’m taking you on a date,” I decide. “Dinner tomorrow. I might not find a taco truck, but it’ll be the next best thing. I’ll answer anything you ask me. We can talk about the future. And I want you to move back in with me,” I go on as her brows pull together. “I’ll line up additional security. I hate knowing you’re on my island and under some other man’s roof.”

She trails a hand along the surface of the water, lips curving. “Maybe it’s my island now.”

Fuck. She’s a different woman than the one I fell in love with. An even stronger, more fascinating one.

“Come back to me, Raegan. Nothing is the same without you.”

It’s a minute, an eternity, as I wait her out.

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