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369 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 28, 2022
And even though it made me a selfish arsehole, I exulted at the idea of being loved by Arrochar Adair.

This was a surefire plan for getting Mac to give in to his feelings for me. The bracelet told me he wanted to, but just in case he still had reservations, I wanted to make it as difficult as possible for him to say no.
“Do you want to feel in control right now or rely on other people to protect you?”
“Fuck you,” she snapped.
“Whoa.” Robyn stepped outside to stand in front of me like a shield. “I don’t know what’s going on between you, but one, you don’t talk to him like that—”
“Robbie—”
“No, Dad.” She shook her head, glowering at Arro. “I know you’re having a hard time, but just no. You don’t talk to him like that. And two, take the damn lessons. For all our peace of mind. It would be good for us all to know you can handle yourself.”
Arro stared blankly at Robyn and replied tonelessly, “One, I’ve been in Mac’s life for a long time and you have no idea about our relationship, so I’ll talk to him however I damn well please, and two, I do want to train but not with him. Can’t someone else do it?”
“No.” Robyn lifted her chin stubbornly. “You’ll train with Dad every Thursday. Maybe it’ll help you work out whatever problem you have with him.”
“You’re not the boss of me, Robyn Adair. I’m technically your elder, you know.”
“Then act like it and take up an offer that could save your life.” The grim reality of the truth in that statement made my heart lurch. When a flicker of fear crossed Arro’s gaze, even more so, I wanted to reach out and hold her.
“Fine,” Arro snapped angrily, then looked up at me. “You can’t come in. ’Night, Robyn.” She slammed the door in our faces.




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"It's always been you, Mackennon. It always will be."
“I hate you!” I yelled, my hands shaking, knees trembling.
Mac paled, looking haggard. “Darlin’ -”
“I am not your darlin’,” I gritted out. “I hate you. I hate how you made me feel that night. I hate I wasted years loving you. But for the sake of our family, I will pretend that the very sight of you doesn’t make me want to die inside.”
Even if Arrochar Adair hated me now, I still loved her.
And no fucker would harm a single hair on her head.
“I deserve more from you. I deserve more than to be put on some lonely, god-awful pedestal, to be used as an object for your self-flagellation and repentance for God knows what in your past. When someone tells you they love you, you don’t get to say, ‘I don’t deserve your love,’ and think that somehow exempts you from the consequences of rejecting them.”
“I just want a chance.”
Her mouth, swollen from my kisses, trembled. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Heart pounding, I answered hoarsely, “Any time I get to be with you - a day, a week, a few months - it’ll be worth it. I’d rather have a moment with you than nothing at all. It’ll last me a lifetime.”
“I love you so much.”
For once, I didn’t question whether I deserved to be loved by this extraordinary woman. Instead, I allowed myself to feel nothing but awe and gratitude that I was.
“I’ll love you forever.”
He smacked me on the back as he strode toward the castle. “You’re a lost cause, man.”
I followed him. “Says the man owned by my daughter. She bought you a leash yet?”
Lachlan threw his head back in laughter. “As her father, I’ll save you the horror of answering that question.”
“Fuck off.”
The bastard only laughed harder.