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“What?” I whisper. “Mad dogs bite,” he says. “There’s no cure for it but a shotgun.”
The clearest memory I have is stepping out of the house when the meeting was done and realizing that I’d never in my life wanted anything as much as I wanted Clint Garrison’s wife. But I’m not a fucking cheater.
“Does your dog bite?” I ask, my voice hoarse. He whistles once and the dog sits. “She won’t bite,” he says. “Myself…I can’t promise anything.”
“All roads lead to Sovereign Mountain.”
I know how to be her Dom, but I don’t fucking know how to be her man.
“Redbird,” he says. “My scars aren’t thick enough to protect me when it comes to you.”
My lids flicker. I see her hand flash and pain explodes across my jaw. Suddenly I’m sitting upright with my eyes wide open. Blood seeps over my tongue and my heart hammers as adrenaline surges back through my veins. “Fuck…you hit me,” I spit. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” she whispers.