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“Not in this lifetime,” I say, unwilling to let her push me away without reason. “Talk to me, Abby.”
“Why? So you can lie to me again?” she hisses. “You’re just like everyone else, Ransom. God, I was a fool to believe you were different. Maybe I just wanted you to be.”
Her words pierce through my heart like an arrow, but I push past the pain in an attempt to understand the hurt I hear in her voice. “I have never lied to you, Abby.”
“Is that how you’re going to play it?” She sniffs, hugging her arms. “Just because I didn’t ask, and you didn’t tell me that you have another woman, then it technically wasn’t lying, huh?”
Her words give me pause as I try to string them together into a thought. “What other woman?” She turns away at my question, but I take her chin and force those teary eyes on me. “What other woman, Abby?”
“Don’t think you can lie to me, I already met her.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t want to do this anymore. I have to go. I need to leave and—”
I take her hand and pull her back down when she starts to get up. “No one is going anywhere until we clear this up, Abby. Now tell me what other woman you think I’m cheating on you with.”
“I met her,” she whispers, almost like she’s talking to herself. “So pretty, and she has such a beautiful smile. She knows so much about you. Your favorite bakery and desserts and…” The tears fall freely now. “You told her all about me. My ex and the shelter.”
The pieces of the puzzle all fall into place, and the worry I was carrying fades away.
“I always knew she would cause trouble for me,” I mutter, pushing back from Abby and falling onto the couch with a sigh. “You met Chelsea.”
Abby sniffs and turns away, several beats passing before she says anything. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’ll be gone by morning, and you don’t have to worry about me. I can stay with my sister until Jack—”
“I’m not seeing another woman, Abby.” I reach out and trace a hand over her arm, brushing her hair off her shoulder. “And I’m not letting you go.”
“Ransom—”
“Chelsea is my sister,” I cut her off, watching with amusement as the anger and look of utter betrayal on her face turns to surprise and then…horror.
“W-what?”
“That brat is my little sister,” I say with a sigh. “I don’t know what she said to make you believe otherwise, but I’m sure it was a misunderstanding. Chelsea would never purposely hurt anyone.”
“Sister,” she whispers, falling back onto the couch and staring up at the ceiling. “But your sister…you call her CJ…”
“Short for Chelsea June. I’m the only one who calls her that. I had a lisp as a kid and couldn’t pronounce her name when she was born, so I called her CJ.”
“Oh no!” She buries her face in her palms, so I reach up and tug them down. “Don’t…I need a minute. God, I was so rude to her…I…she…oh God.”
“It’s my fault,” I offer, brushing a thumb over her wet cheeks. “I should have made a proper introduction. She probably assumed you knew who she was, and that’s on me too.”
“No, I…God, she must hate me.”
“She’ll understand.” I wrap an arm around her waist and tug her into my lap. “Knowing my sister, she’ll react the same way you have when she finds out the truth.” I notice the tears clouding her eyes. “Hey now, don’t cry.”
“It hurt so bad when I imagined you with another woman.” She sniffs, trying once more to bury her face in her palms, but I pull them off her. “It hurt more than any physical marks Jack left on me. I’ve been driving myself to madness for an hour trying to think how my heart would survive when I left—”
“No one is going anywhere,” I say firmly, leaning in and kissing her lips, tasting her tears on them. “I stopped looking when I met you, Abby. How can I be with someone else when you’ve taken my heart completely?”
“When she talked about sharing your attention, I thought—”
“She didn’t mean it the way you thought,” I say, kissing her soft lips. “There is no one else for me, Abby. You’re the one, and my heart will only ever belong to you. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she whispers, and my heart jumps in my chest at the confession. She loops her arms around my neck and slides her fingers into my hair. “It’s so soon, and it’s so fast, but I love you. God, it feels so good to finally say it.”
“It does,” I agree. I slam my mouth down on hers, and those perfect lips open underneath mine. I can taste the tears on her lips and the sweetness of her tongue when I deepen the kiss. She whines, rocking against my hardening cock as the kiss turns wet and dirty, the friction of our tongues dragging together working to fuel the fire between us. “I want you.”
