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God, she was beautiful. Standing there in the middle of the kitchen, singing the kind of off-key that made your ears bleed. But she was so free while doing it. I should’ve stayed in the doorway longer, really taken in all that was her.
“Why are you putting up with me?” I asked, my voice little more than a hoarse whisper. Shep’s eyes locked with mine. “Because everything about you screams that you’ve been fighting alone for too damn long, Thorn.
It was the worst twist of fate to hear people celebrating the person who’d been your tormentor.
But it was so much more than that. It was Shep being there for me. Listening without judging. Trying to understand and help. If I wasn’t careful, I could fall for a man like Shepard Colson. I just wasn’t sure if he’d do the same with me. Not if he knew everything.
“Why don’t I open this,” I said, cutting in before anyone could start talking about moves and pinning or anything else. Lolli clapped her hands like a little kid. “Yes. Please.” I started ripping the brown butcher paper. Shep strode forward. “Lolli, tell me you didn’t.” My hands stilled as Lolli waved Shep off. “Oh, hush. Don’t ruin the surprise.” “Surprise?” I was suddenly very wary.
Cold metal pressed into my side from the back seat, making me jerk. “Eyes forward. Keep driving. I’d hate to put a bullet in your spleen.” It was more snarl than voice. But it wasn’t male. I tried to turn to see who it belonged to, because there was something slightly familiar about it. But the metal object jabbed into my ribs. “I said eyes on the road, slut. Or maybe I’ll go for your heart right here and now.”