Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Does Daphne know she’s not your biological child?”
“Hell, no. She never will. I failed her a lot, but I’m going to make up for it. I’m getting better. I can be a good man for you, Cory.”
“You already are a good man, Sabre. I’m warning you though. I’m not into throuples or anything of the like. Not even just playing around. I’m too territorial.”
“Trust me, I learned my lesson. I should have done right by Annie and walked away instead of bringing her into a relationship and then introducing Latch into it when I discovered I couldn’t be happy without him.”
“They made their choices, too. You need to stop feeling guilty. You reacted as anyone would have. Latch made his choices to run away instead of talking to you—instead of staying. You need to give yourself some grace.”
“Cory, I should warn you, I’m going to move fast with you. I’m old, I’ve been through hell and back and I know how precious time is. I’m staking my claim on you loud and decisively right now.”
She laughs. “You’re in your fifties like me. That’s not old, Sabre. We’re just … well-seasoned.”
“I’m not so sure. I think I need to taste you before I can agree.”
“The bedroom is down the hall and the third door on the left,” she replies, shocking the hell out of me.
“Damn it, woman, you’re going to make me fall in love on our first date,” I growl standing up and throwing her over my shoulder as I stalk toward the bedroom.
“Dang, you discovered my plan,” she purrs, her hand going into the back of my pants and sliding against my ass.
She’s perfect.
Chapter 29
Daphne
I look at Eli and Cammie, eating breakfast as I sip my coffee. This is everything I want and nothing I thought I could have. I was completely destroyed when I found out what a fool I’d been with Dane. I felt worthless. Until you get that low, you have no idea how soul-destroying that is. I was lost. I’ve never told them but if Eli and Drew hadn’t come that day, I’m not sure what would have happened to me. I didn’t know how to keep going. The house was falling apart around me. Cammie needed me to be strong and I was so tired it was a struggle to get out of bed each morning. Just knowing that Drew cared, and that Eli was going to help take care of things I couldn’t begin to find either the time or strength to do kept me from agreeing to sign the divorce agreement that Dane had drafted—which essentially said I would take ten thousand in payment for the house and sign everything over to him. We would share custody of Cammie, and I wouldn’t ask for any of his 401K. I was actually going to sign it Monday morning. Drew and Eli showed up on the Friday before.
I look over at the man who I love more than my next breath. I honestly didn’t know men like him existed, but I’m so glad they do—and that he is mine. He’s going back to Corbin this morning and I’m already missing him. It wasn’t planned. There was an emergency meeting. A member named Apex was shot late last night. The club has no idea who did it or why. Sabre is in charge of club security, so he needs to go back and check everything out. He’s going to meet with them and then come back with more clothes, because he’s not leaving me and Cammie alone—especially now. I told him we’d be okay, but he just looked and me and said we’re his family and he will live here and commute back and forth to Corbin, until I’m ready to move there. The club is leaning towards Apex being shot because of someone he got involved with. Which would mean it’s not club related, but Eli is still having member come down here and watch over us while he’s gone.
I’ve decided not to fight it. There’s somedays you just need to pick your battles. For me, I know Eli is doing this because he wants me and Cammie safe. That is special. It means a lot. So, there’s no point in fighting about it. Besides, I know he’ll worry less and be careful while he’s away if he knows we’re safe. It’s a heady feeling knowing your man cares so much that he wants you protected when he’s not able to be there.
“What are you thinking, Skittles?”
I laugh at that silly nickname. “I was just thinking you’re going overboard having me and Cammie with what essentially amounts to a bodyguard, but I’m not going to argue about it, because I know it will keep you from worrying.”
“And this is why you’re the perfect woman,” he murmurs, leaning over to press his lips to mine—way too briefly.