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Sixty seven: Nothing
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Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Seventy nine: no lines
DAMIENMy body responded before my brain caught up. My hand found her waist, pulling her closer despite the gear shift digging into my forearm. Her mouth opened under mine, tongue tracing my lower lip. That's when something inside me snapped.I deepened the kiss, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. She made a small sound against my mouth, part surprise, part pleasure. The car suddenly felt too small, too hot. My fingers traced the curve of her spine through the thin material of her dress. She shivered, pressing closer. The kiss grew hungrier, more desperate. Months of loneliness, of pretending to be strong for everyone else, poured out through our joined lips."Damien," she breathed against my mouth, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "I..."I silenced her with another kiss, my free hand finding her thigh. Her skin was impossibly soft, warm beneath my touch. I slid my palm upward, pushing her dress higher. She didn't stop me. Instead, she shifted in her seat, g
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Seventy eight: Lines
DAMIENClarissa had the wig on again.Same logic as before, wanting to feel like someone else for a night, wanting the distance between who she was and who she was being to be visible in at least one way. She looked up when I reached her and her expression moved through surprise and then something softer.“You again,” she said.“Me again,” I said, and sat on the stool beside her.Francis materialized, set a drink in front of me, and vanished. He had the gift of knowing when to disappear.The bar noise folded around us, loud enough to give the conversation privacy without effort.“How are you?” I asked.She turned the glass in her hands. “Dave’s anniversary,” she said. Not his death anniversary, just the anniversary, which told me everything about how she held it.This wasn’t as a loss but as a day that had existed and kept existing without him. “I always come somewhere loud on this day. Helps.”“How long?”“Six years.” She looked at the bar top. “You’d think six years would be enough
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Seventy seven: unwanted company
DAMIENAlan called at half past ten on a Tuesday morning.Not the burner. His personal line, the number I’d had for twelve years, and it rarely. I looked at the screen for two rings before I picked up.“Alan.”“Damien.” The familiar performance warmth, always present, always slightly too polished. “I’m calling as a courtesy.”“About what?”“Well.” A pause with something in it. “It appears our children have been spending time together.”I set down the document I was holding. “What?”“Your ward and my son,” Alan said, definitely enjoying this more than he was letting on. “They were here yesterday. They stayed the night. Elaine fed them twice, which you know is her highest form of approval.” Another pause. “I suppose that makes us something like family, Damien.”The word family coming from Alan Voss’s mouth had never once in twelve years sat comfortably.“Shane and Seraphina are colleagues,” I said.“Of course,” Alan said pleasantly. “That’s why they were sharing breakfast with my wife
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Seventy six: My father
SERAPHINAI woke up before Shane.The room was grey, bathed in early morning light, the curtains thick enough to keep most of it out but not all of it. I lay still for a moment doing the inventory of where I was and how I’d gotten there and what the morning was going to require of me.Shane’s arm was still loosely across my waist. His breathing was slow and even and he was facing away from me, which made the whole thing considerably less complicated to navigate.I eased out from under his arm carefully and sat on the edge of the bed.The burner phone was still on the desk, dead and waiting to be touched. I had a series of nightmares concerning it, that I found something I wasn’t supposed to and it made me spiral.A shiver skated down my spine. Shane stirred behind me. I heard him take a slightly different breath, the one that meant waking up, and then a pause which meant he was doing his own version of the inventory.“Morning,” he said. His voice was rough with sleep.“Morning.” I t
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Seventy five: Trauma
SERAPHINAShane’s wardrobe was way too organized. All neat rows with everything folded and colors grouped loosely together.A total contrast to the unicorn vomit that mine was back home. He pulled out a shirt and a pair of shorts and held them out without making it a thing.“They’ll be enormous on you,” he said.“Everything is enormous on me.” I took them. “Turn around.”He turned around immediately, no hesitation, and faced the corkboard above his desk with his hands in his pockets.I changed quickly, shrugging into the shirt that fell to mid-thigh and tying the shorts at the waist to keep them from falling entirely. I caught myself in the mirror on the wardrobe door and looked approximately like someone wearing a tent.“Okay,” I said.He turned back and looked at me and something flickered in his eyes briefly before he organized his expression.“Don’t say anything,” I said.“I wasn’t going to say anything.”“You were organizing your face.”“My face is perfectly still.”“Your face is
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Seventy four: Rooming together
SERAPHINA“We really should get going,” Shane said.Elaine looked at him with complete refusal, which had probably worked on him since he was three years old.“You just arrived,” she said.“We have things—”“You have things tomorrow,” she said. “Tonight you have dinner.” She looked at me with an expression that was warm and certain and left very little room. “You’ll stay. Both of you. I’ve already started something and it takes two hours and I am not making it for one person.”“Mum—”“Shane Edward Voss.”Teddy and Edward. I stored both of them carefully. He was not gonna live this down. Shane looked at me, sighing exasperatedly. We both knew we had run out of options. My gaze flitted to Elaine. She had flour on her sleeve from something she’d been doing before we appeared and her eyes were bright. The kitchen also smelled extraordinary and there was something in the quality of her welcome that I recognized.My mother used to stand in a kitchen exactly like that. Definitely not this
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