Fallen Jester (Clifton Forge, #5)
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“How would you light the fuse?” By some miracle, my voice was steady. Leo leaned in close, his piercing pale eyes darkening. “With my tongue.”
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But there was a lot I’d hidden from my friends lately, like the fact that I’d been kidnapped and held captive by a motorcycle gang. And that according to the pregnancy test I’d taken three days ago, I was pregnant with an asshole’s baby.
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Leo was temptation personified, rugged sex appeal entangled with the thrill of the forbidden. He was the flame I’d known would burn but I’d touched it anyway.
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We didn’t need him. “But we’ll have you,” I whispered. “If you want this, we will have you.”
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“Whether you’re ready to be a father or not, this baby is yours. You belong to her like she belongs to you. The loyalty you had to your brothers, to your club, is in your blood. And it’s searching for a new connection. It’s screaming at you to find a new place to channel it. That place is here. With her.”
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Cass reached for my hand, taking it in hers. Fire flickered up my skin, the same fire that always spread when we touched. It was part of the reason I hadn’t looked at another woman since her. I burned for her. Only her.
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“Cass,” he whispered against my lips. “Kiss me back.” “No.” “Why?” “Because what if you regret me in the morning?” I voiced the biggest insecurity I had when it came to this man.
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“You’ve got a choice,” Isaiah said, tossing me a towel to dry my hands. “Let that past ruin your future. Or learn from it and vow never to let it happen again.” “Easy as that?” “No, man.” He shook his head. “It’s never easy. You fight every day. You work your ass off to be better than you were. And you show up, especially on the bad days, because they make you want to keep fighting.”
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“Everything okay?” Luke asked. Okay? She was so little. How did you take care of someone that small? How did I change her diaper or teach her to ride a bike or help her with math homework? I wasn’t equipped to do any of those things. But I would. Because she was . . . mine. Forever, she was mine. “I have a daughter.” I blinked and raked a hand through my hair. “Holy fuck, I have a daughter.”
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“Beats the hell out of me. I’ve never done this before.” “Had a baby?” “Had a Cassandra.”