I can’t have a heart and do the things I do for this club.” “You can,” Candy kissed him. “You just need someone to keep it safe. T. pisses me off saying he and I have to be a secret. But you’re a good secret, Fennel Bryant. I don’t want another woman to find out you have a heart under your chest, she might try to steal it.” “And that would be bad?” Fennel’s lips pressed against hers, he pulsed inside her. “That would be very bad,” Candy bit his lip. “Bad for you. And bad for her. You’re mine, now.” He pressed his mouth against her ear and whispered. “I already was.”
