Page 62 of Breaking Blaze

“He’d been following me?”

Blaze nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing thickly.

“The time stamps on some of the pictures showed that they were taken after I had left for boot camp, which meant that he’d been keeping tabs on you.”

“But he’s dead now, Blaze. He can’t hurt me,” Anna remarked, not realizing the issue now. “What do the pictures have to do with you sticking your dick into all those women? What does it have to do with you pushing me away and spending the last three years hurting me over and over again?” Lord, she sounded like a whiney, needy idiot. But she wanted to know, to understand.

So I can walk away without any questions remaining.

At the thought of walking away from Blaze, her guts twisted.

Blaze loosened his hold but didn’t drop his arms or step back. So, she did.

Now, with two feet between them, she peered up at him, gazed into his crazy beautiful blue eyes, and waited.

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