Page 138 of Dirty Eoin

Her. I will always fucking prefer her.

“I told you before that I grew up a tomboy on an MC compound and that I liked to play with guns.”

“What you just did goes beyond just playing with guns, Jaine.”

I’ve never known anyone who can rapid-fire a Glock with such pin-point accuracy the way she can.

I lean against the wall of the full-tiled, all white space with my arms folded. Her eyes are immediately drawn to my torso. I welcome back their heated gaze.

She shrugs. “I have a natural talent. What can I say?”

There’s a pause. She knows exactly what I’m going to ask next.

“And why did you leave the shooting range without a word?”

I know why. We both do. Will she admit to it?

It’s been a month since Jaine and I had any form of contact. She issued the annulment paperwork, I received it, and we left it at that. What else was there to say or do? Everything had been done and more than enough was said during our final telephone conversation.

She doesn’t love me. I’ve moved on.

Have her feelings now changed? If not, then what game is she playing?

I had hoped that the physical attraction we shared would wane over time. It hasn’t. It’s stronger.

She may not love me. She may not wish to share a future with me. But she wants me.

I’d love nothing more than to lift her on top of the counter, wrap my hands around her pretty little throat, and sink my dick in to the hilt. And that’s exactly what she wants too because she just gave everything away by staring at me like I’m her favorite fucking snack.

I’m sure everyone else witnessed it, including Ava.

What now? Does she want to continue to starve herself, or does she want to binge just for old time’s sake?

I don’t think she can make up her mind, and therein lies both of our problem.

She doesn’t want me, but she does.

Does she expect me to just sit around and wait for her to figure it all out?

Sorry. No can do.

“That’s none of your goddamn business.”

“I already know.” My tone is confident.

She stares at my reflection, swallowing thickly as I close the space between us.

“And what is it you think you know, Eoin?”

I smile as I inhale the scent of wildflowers from her hair, a subtle movement that causes her breath to hitch.

“You couldn’t bear the thought of me being intimate with Ava, so you ran.”

Silence.

I fucking knew it.

Spinning her around, I force her back against the wall, my arms boxing her in. Her heart is pounding. I can almost hear the fucking thing. “Admit it.”

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