Page 18 of Reckless Games

She’s been my sick obsession from the moment I saw her. The vision I’ve been unable to shake for the past six months. And now she’s here.

I’m going to break her before she breaks me.

“Fair enough, boss.” Cillian walks to the door, pausing with his grip on the handle, turning to look at me over his shoulder. “Hope you know what you’re doing.”

He walks out, shutting the door behind him, and I drop into my leather chair at my desk, raking my fingers through my hair.

My knee knocks the wood, and my computer screen lights up, kicking me in the chest with an image of her at a distance.

Blonde hair whipping in the wind. Her fingers gripping her white sweater, holding it closed on a stormy day. And even if the shot is too far away to see her eyes, I know the color. It’s burned in my brain. Gold, the color of honey.

Sweet. Innocent.

Mine.

6

Lakeyn

“Warmenough,babygirl?”Hands find my arms, and I spin to find Adam towering over me.

It should be illegal to look like him. Taking my breath away at every turn. And here, with the snowy backdrop and a simple black winter coat on, he melts my insides while my skin is rosy and frozen.

I’ve never liked nicknames, but I don’t mind it from him. Especially considering the alternative. If Adam calls me Ivy, it might officially break me.

I spent all day trying to stay irritated with him. But something about his broken apology this morning, and the way he holds me now, I can’t deny I’m falling so fast and hard for this man.

“You’re here.”

His eyebrow’s pinch at my comment, before the smallest smile ticks up his cheeks. “Did you think I wouldn’t be?”

“I didn’t know.”

I haven’t seen him in hours. Adam might run these games, but he’s rarely around for them. After he disappeared at breakfast, he’s been nonexistent at anything since.

“Did you enjoy lunch?” Adam asks, brushing past wherever he spent his day.

“It was perfect. Grilled cheese is my favorite.”

“Is it?” He smiles so big for a second it looks like he knew that when there’s no way he could.

“It is.” I nod. “You can’t beat the simplicity of bread, cheese, and butter. There’s this deli in my town that makes the most incredible grilled cheese. Four different cheeses. And then they sprinkle this—”

I stop, realizing I’m babbling on about nothing. There’s no way a man like Adam cares about things like grilled cheese sandwiches.

“What do they sprinkle?” He squeezes my arms.

“Italian seasoning,” I mumble, trying not to sound like a total idiot. “Sorry. I’m rambling.”

“I like it when you ramble.”

“Even when it's about nothing?”

He pulls me in closer so his mouth is by my ear. “If it’s about you, it could never benothingto me.”

My cheeks heat at his words. At his touch. The way this man makes every little thing about me feel like the most important thing he’s ever learned knocks me in the heart.

Adam pulls back as the wind kicks up. Snow shakes off the trees and it looks like it’s falling around us. Since there’s not a cloud in sight, the bright blue sky reflects off each flake, making them nearly iridescent and sparkling. But nothing captures my attention like the man in front of me.

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