The Perfect Mistake (The Connovan Chronicles #2)

by Olivia Hayle

“There’s something on your mind.” I look down at her, at her kind brown eyes filled with questions. They’re the color of chocolate. “Tell me,” she murmurs. I look back at my hand on her legging-clad thigh. “You want kids in the distant future,” I say. She’s quiet for a moment, but then she nods. “Yeah, I think I do.” I keep circling my thumb, watching the movement. “I’ve been thinking about the man who can give that to you. The good man you mentioned before.” “Oh.” “I’ve been thinking about him, and hating his guts,” I say bitterly. Her eyes widen, but I can’t seem to stop. “That’s not the right thing to say, but it’s the truth. That’s who I’ve been thinking about. How you’ll look at him, the way you’d… fuck. How you’ll tell him all your fantasies as you’ve told me, and how he’ll get all of you, your present and your future. How you’ll bear his kids and be a wonderful mother, and this will be nothing but a memory to you. And how it’ll be his bed you sleep in every night.” “Alec,” she whispers. “I know,” I say roughly. “It’s irrational. But that’s what I’ve become, apparently, since the day you stepped into my apartment and flipped my mind inside out.” “Alec,” she says again, and I hate that I love the sound of my name on her lips that much. That I’ve come to crave it, her voice whispering it in my ear or moaning against my chest. “I was talking about you.” My eyes narrow. “What?” “The good man who’s caring and protective?” She digs her teeth into her lower lip, and there’s...