Page 63 of Possession

Hell, I wish they’d kiss me in private, and not just when people are watching us.

“Baby?”

I stop and turn back to him, warm in all the right spots. “Yeah?”

“I invited your mother to the house.”

I forget all about kisses or being warm and wet, even though I’m both. “You did?”

He nods. “She’ll be here tomorrow afternoon.”

I’m overcome. “Thank you.”

He shrugs like it’s not the big deal that it is.

“Really, Boz. It means so much to me.”

“Your father isn’t welcome here.”

I shake my head. “No. I don’t want him here. I don’t want anything to do with him.”

His rough voice softens a touch. “Good, baby.”

Baby.

It’s a gentle one too.

Damn. I shouldn’t like that. “I’ll make you a sandwich.”

“I can’t wait.”

I close the office door and head for the kitchen. I have cheese sandwiches to grill, and a kitchen staff to charm.

15

A REGENCY ROMANCE GONE WRONG

Brax

It’s been a day.

Followed by a week.

Hell, it’s been two long fucking years.

I rarely meet Cole Carson and Tim Coleman in person. I can count on one hand how many times before the wedding and since I went under, so two times in one week is a lot. It’s a chance none of us can afford to take—namely me—since I’m the one buried so deep it’s getting harder and harder to keep a grasp on reality.

But with Damian out of the way, it’s time to get on with shit.

When I got an alert on the phone I’m never away from unless I’m in the shower—and even then, I hardly take my eyes off it—I knew it was important.

I dragged my ass out of bed hours before dawn. My wife was sound asleep on the sofa where she’s been every night since we got here. She was on her stomach, and the blanket was pulled away just enough to show a bare leg, and a peek of her ass cheek that taunted me from inside a small pair of silk shorts.

If I were a gentleman, I’d give her the bed.

If I were half a gentleman, I’d invite her to sleep on the other side of the bed.

But I’m me, trying to keep my focus and both of us alive, so I haven’t done either.

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