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Joe touched his chin. "It should be because Gale doesn't have any unexpected expressions." "So weird of them." Summer rolled his eyes. "This is your scumbag friend." "That's him, not me." Joe waved his hand quickly. "It has nothing to do with me." "Birds of a feather flock together. Don't you understand this principle?" "Hello, Summer, I found that you have a deep prejudice against me..." "You are just that kind of man." Summer slapped her fingers and scolded, "Going to many nightclubs and bars, having so many girls on your mobile phone, and…"

“Please turn your back while I deal with Mr. Mandela, Mr. O’Keefe.” “I’m sorry?” “This doesn’t concern you.” Conner couldn’t believe what he heard Summer said to him. “I care to differ with you on that. Now, please answer my question.” “It’s just a few marks, nothing that won’t heal. When I’m done, I’ll need to fetch a jacket or sweater from my room. But Mr. Mandela has gone too far, but it doesn’t affect you or your business. I’ll deal with him. Many older men have chased me before and will keep doing it.” Summer said. She glared at Joseph with a simmering hatred that threatened to burn hotter if she did to him what she wanted. Conner could only see this going downhill fast and remembered h

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But wasn't that the appeal? Even Adam and Eve were tempted by the forbidden fruit and where did that lead them? Nowhere good, if Isis remembered correctly. Things were forbidden for a reason and just as his words conjured her arousal, her thoughts hindered them but it didn't stop her from answering truthfully. "No, I would never think of you in that light."

That's why I intervened—before their tension escalated into another screaming match. "A foot massage?" I arched a brow. "When did that happen?" "You beat me three times sparring last week," Phoenix leaned against the counter. "Pay up, Wilder." I crossed my arms. "Before you cheated with the leg sweep." "Illegal move," Jack muttered, drying an already clean plate with sudden interest. "Hence my reparations offer!" Phoenix spread his hands. "Come on, you know you want to." He was wrong—but the exhaustion weighing me down (three missed MMA classes felt like withdrawal) finally won over pride. "Fine," I exhaled. "But wander those hands, and I break fingers."

But this is where their story needed to end. Off Limits was never about perfection. It was about crossing lines, paying the price, and choosing love anyway. It was about two people who weren’t supposed to want each other—and did. Who weren’t supposed to heal each other—and did. Who weren’t supposed to become home—and somehow became exactly that. Callie and Grayson don’t need more chapters to prove their love. They fought for it. They bled for it. They claimed it in the light, not the shadows. Letting them live quietly, fiercely, and fully after the final page is the greatest mercy I could give them.

I shift to the edge of the bench, watching from the other side of the boards as they zip through the ice, wrestling for the puck. The passes are good, but not good enough. The Tigers still intercept most, and just like Logan said, they love to play an offensive game. Fucking hell, my legs are trembling in my seat as I watch the puck pass from stick to stick until Logan takes a daring shot. It misses the net by mere inches. The Northwood fans yawn disappointingly, and I shut my eyes for a second before opening them and running my gaze through all the players. I mean, it was a daring shot, and the fact that he could even make it that close was something.

Of the life they had almost built. Of the brother who had chosen destruction over healing. And of the summer that had begun with forbidden sins… …and might end in blood.

"We have the coordinates to the villa, Adrian. Don't forget who helped you set up the offshore dummy corporation that bought that cliff. We’re about three drinks away from chartering a private jet, flying down to that beach, and crashing your little honeymoon." I didn't blink. My voice dropped into that dead, quiet register that usually made my corporate rivals sweat through their bespoke suits. "If you show up on that beach without my express written permission, I will have Mei and the perimeter detail shoot you on sight. No warning shots. Directly in the chest." "Jesus," Leo muttered in the background. "He’s serious. Marcus, don't do it, he’s definitely turned full Russian mafia boss." Oli