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Chapter Thirty-Two

Hunter

Emma's eyes go wide as she steps inside the third apartment.

Hard to blame her.

This place is perfect.

Wide, open living room. Huge windows. Shiny kitchen.

Real estate agent in a fashionable striped dress.

She adopts a perfect customer service smile as she extends her hand. "Sandy Lovejoy."

Emma shakes and introduces herself.

I do the same.

"I love when couples tour together." She presses her hands together. "It's so sweet."

Emma raises a browplay along?

I shouldn't.

I should draw a line in the sand now.

Tell her it isn't ever happening.

That I'm not thinking about her lush thighs.

Or her soft lips.

Or her flushed cheeks.

It's in the air.

She wants me.

I want her.

The only thing in the way of our bodies connecting is me.

With every minute, it seems less and less sensible.

I need to protect her, yeah.

But maybe I'm all wrong about the how.

She lights up around me.

Opens up to me.

Maybe this is what's best for her.

Maybe I'm punishing myself, telling her to stay away.

Or maybe my self-destructive steak has taken over my brain.

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