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For anyone who has loved someone not because they are perfect but because you manage to find beauty in all their shades of gray.
Yeah. Tabitha, sister of my new tenant, is hot, looks like she thinks I might have bodies buried in my basement, and has a mean handshake. Strangely, I’m into it.
“It must be hard for you.” “What?” “Not having a woman just fawn all over you. It’s like if you have to do more than be a big, broody, poor man’s Jason Momoa, you get your panties all twisted.”
“Hey, asshole. I made you a bowl of carbonara so that I won’t have to hear your stomach all the way upstairs. I didn’t even poison it. Bon appétit and good night.” The door creaks as she closes it, but then it stops. Light spills down the stairs once again as she adds, “Oh, and I sleep with a gun under my pillow, so don’t try anything weird.” I drop my chin, and a smile curves my lips. Because I’m pretty sure that—in her own way—Tabitha Garrison was just nice to me.
“Just fucking let me take care of you. Where is it?” He glances up at me, and my stomach bottoms out. All those dark features homed in on me. Him on his knees for me. Wanting to take care of me.
“I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with me being a porn star. If you want to see me fuck someone, the bathroom is right there. Drag me in there right now, and you can watch in the mirror while I bend you over.”
Rhys has always given off big dick energy. But I know now it’s not so much energy as big dick knowledge. Big dick surety? Big dick guarantee.
Bash showed up, arms crossed with a no-nonsense look on his face, telling me Rhys knew I was busy and had asked him to stay and supervise. Apparently they text now. I’m not sure about what. It seems like texting grunts and scowls back and forth would be rather anticlimactic.
“Pettiness is my love language.” I’d wear that shirt!
“Is getting married as exhausting as it looks?” I snort and roll my head along the back of the couch to look at the teenager. “Girl. Have you met men? Everything about them is exhausting.”
“You don’t leave for weeks at a time to fuck people. You leave for weeks at a time to fuck people up.”
Even after only meeting her once, she’d pop into my head unannounced. The tiny terror with dark hair and the round ass who marched into my house and told me what to do like I was a grunt in her kitchen.
wonder the same things I do when Milo watches Paw Patrol. How the hell does a child own and operate an excavator, and where the fuck are his parents?
He shrugs a shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m thirty-five. I’ve come to terms with it.” “Thirty-five?” “I feel like you just added old jokes to your plan of attack. Did you not read the marriage license?” Clearly not.
I want to know so much more about Rhys Dupris. Snuggler of toddlers, master storyteller, professional panty twister, and WPW superstar.
“If that guy pets my cat, I’ll tie a knot in his scrawny arm to match the one in his neck.” I grin. “Did you just say your cat?” Now I get an eye roll and a small head shake. “Whatever.” “Are you jealous?” I tease. “No.”
Rhys: The cat would protect me. Tabby: She wouldn’t know. I’m sneaky like that. Rhys: You’d have to move her to get under the covers. I bark out a laugh, head shaking in disbelief at the screen in my palm. Tabby: RHYS DID YOU JUST ADMIT TO SLEEPING WITH CLEOCATRA? Tabby: THE CAT YOU ARE “ALLERGIC” TO AND DO NOT LIKE? Rhys: I’m not allergic to her. Tabby: Clearly. Rhys: Listen, I’m not a cat person. But as far as cats go… that one is fine.
“Her name is Tabitha, not that you need to know. Because you? You’re going to keep my wife’s name out of your fucking mouth.”
I hold a hand up to stop her approach. “Elle, if someone tells you they don’t like something, you fucking stop.”
“I wish you weren’t seeing me like this.” My brow furrows. “Like what?” “At my worst.” I tip my head toward her. “Then it’s all uphill from here, baby. It’s going to make seeing you at your best so damn special.”
Does love start off as obsession? Because that’s what I am. Obsessed with my wife.
“Why are you mean-mugging me?” She flattens her lips but doesn’t look up. “Sorry, I’ll try to gaze at you lovingly from where I’ve been exiled.”
