He dropped his forehead to mine. “You think I give a fuck about that money, Dakota? That I want it back?” I shifted so I was looking into his eyes, blinking through the disorder and the hammering that thundered from my heart. “Then what do you want?” I needed to know. I had no idea where we stood or what any of this meant. A ragged sigh rolled up his throat, and his entire body vibrated, rolling with uncertainty, before he peeled himself away and took a step back, his thick throat bobbing when he swallowed. “Go upstairs and change. Dinner will be ready in five.” I blinked. Caught in the
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