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Chapter 56
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2025-07-28 18:59:43Beggar
I push away from his warmth and walk past him, no doubt he’s following. He's always following me.“Beauty, whatever you thinking about doing don't. We've hardly had anytime. We haven't even really spoken.”When I'm silent, he shakes his head.“I planned to tell you this over dinner or a picnic or some romantic shit like that, not like this.”I frown, “What are you talking about?”His shoulders slump, “I'm being deployed.”I stop dead in my tracks.“It's a covert operation, I got two weeks with you, don't cut it short by going to that motherfucker, please stay, give us a chance.”My stomach sinks and for the first time since I met Zero, I do the very thing that he warned me not to- I lie to his face.“Ok, I won't go until I really have to.”The relief is evident as his shoulders drop. I smile at him, and it's not a hard thing to do. He looks dangerous and sexy in his cut and chains hanging from his pants, a true
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Hannah I know my mouth gaps open, I feel it. I have to close it and open then close it again before I scowl. I'm not only affronted, but the blush creeping up my neck is the exact answer this arrogant and way too knowledgeable biker wants to hear. It's a shameful thing admitting to myself that I haven't been fucked in a long time. The truth is, after Landon, no guy has held my interest beyond a day. Those days were two, one with Raine Donovan, the local hot chef. He was my poor attempt at a relationship. When my colleague, Lisle Donelly, who might I add is fifty-eight, stated that she was getting fucked four times a week, I needed to know if I still had what it took. It didn't end well. Nearly a year and a half after that was the town playboy Deputy Gregory Deane, Kanla's deputy sheriff. He wasn't anything to sneeze about, blond hair, light brown eyes with a rippled six-pack was something women drooled over alone, add in the badge, and who c
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Hannah Are you insulting my kid?" I'm aware my loud voice has dropped, and the calm façade is now in its place. River's face goes from relaxed to defensive in seconds."Fuck no, I was giving you advice." "It didn't sound like advice, I'm pretty sure it was an insult." I know my face is all sticky and my hairline too. Also, I probably look like a sick freckled tomato, but I still scowl at him. River's blue eyes narrow as his teeth lock, his jaw flexing in obvious irritation. Hah, it looks like his true nature is coming out to play. Too bad I got no time for games. I'm about to say just that when he bellows, "Why would I insult her when I agreed to build her a fuckin' treehouse that's going to put me back a coupla grand? I didn't come here to listen to your bitchin' Hannah." "You did what?" I know I'm screeching, and Ms. Drew is going to come outside and explain to me again the 'correct' behavior of a good Christian woman.
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