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318 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 22, 2022
You know you’ve pissed off the wrong people when you get a Molotov cocktail thrown through the window.
“We have gone to great lengths to find you. You could at least be grateful.”
“I told you not to come.”
“That note?!” Kempthorne scoffed. “Please. Such an obvious cry for help.”
What was happening? We were being tailed by LOA agents who’d proven they’d kill to get what they wanted, and Alex and Kage were bickering? “Stop arguing like a pair of old women. We need a plan.”
“I don’t think he’s an enemy.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“What does that mean?”
“When it comes to Kage Mitchell, you have a blind spot.” He smiled a little, so the words were softened, but they still held a barb to them.
“He wasn’t there. But this was.” He tossed a slip of creased, stained paper onto the coffee table.
“Oh God. Is that blood?” Gina picked it up, turned ashen, and passed it to Cassie.
Maybe it was a suicide note? One could hope. Good Lord, I’m a horrible person.
This Kempthorne, the one who looked as though he wanted to devour all of me in one bite, was a very close second place on my list of Top Kempthorne Personalities. In first place was the morning-after Kempthorne, who fumbled his words and carried a sheet around his waist and invited me to a dinner we still hadn’t had— Christ, that man killed me every time I woke up next to him, which had been most mornings.
Nothing was like Kempthorne. Like he burned me up every time we touched.
I did trust him, more than anyone. So much it was terrifying. Because he had no idea how he held my heart in his rough hands, where it could so easily be crushed.
The lust I could handle. Most days it was all I could think about. But the quiet, soft, hand holding, fluttering kisses, and gentle stroking… that filled my heart full of fear and doubt and stupid ideas about keeping him. About there being a Me and Him. An Alex and John.
“Dayam, Kempthorne. You do own cuffs.”
“Mostly for their intended purpose—”
“Who the hell have you handcuffed? Did a board meeting get out of hand?”
“Do you remember I was once Tasered at the theater?”
“Yeah, which you still haven’t explained—”
“Oh, well, that same night I was forced to get rather creative with a pair of handcuffs.” He smiled at the memory, making me wish I’d been there.
“You have to tell me everything.”
I’d burn the world for him. I’d raze cities for him. I’d kill without hesitating for him. And that… that was dangerous.




“Wait, is this some kinky sex thing?”
“Good lord, no,” Kempthorne said, then arched an eyebrow. “Unless you want it to be?”
“What?”
“No?”
“No.”
“All right.” He cleared his throat. “So we’re clear.”
“I kissed him like none of this was real, like we were in a dream and I’d wake up too soon. […] He was my impossible dream; he was everything people like me didn’t get. He was the reason I was still breathing.”
“He was mine. He’d always be mine. And perhaps what I felt was wrong, too much, too overpowering, but I didn’t care. I’d destroy anyone who dared try and take John Domenici from me.”
“I’d do anything for you. I hope you understand what that means. I’ve never let anyone in the way I have you.”
“Wait, is this some kinky sex thing?”
“Good lord, no,” Kempthorne said, then arched an eyebrow. “Unless you want it to be?”
“What?”
“No?”
“No.”
“All right.”

