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Everything about being with Bishop felt natural and right, like singing a song I’d known from birth.
I was staking my claim to Pippa Revello, and if she thought she was shocked, she should have heard the voices screaming in my head. I was starting to think I’d gone fucking insane.
I’d been too stunned to confront him when I first stepped off the elevator and saw him standing there, all predatory grace and righteous fury. The lighthearted side of Bishop was disarming. The edgier, intense side of him was downright fascinating.
What the hell was that? Was I … jealous? I couldn’t fathom what had come over me. All I knew was the image of Bishop with another woman did yucky things to my insides. We’d both lost our goddamn minds.
Bishop was every kind of stubborn yet somehow endearing at the same damn time. He had me so confused I didn’t know if I wanted to scream or laugh. Maybe a little of both.
“Look, this was fun, but I told you that I wasn’t looking for anything.” “Neither was I, but sometimes you end up in places you never meant to be.”
“Nothing about this thing between us is normal, Pip. I’ve never in my life met a woman who ran from me like you do.”
My kitten was a little feral, but I’d show her just how good it was to be owned. Belonging to a man could be its own kind of freedom—protection, adoration, support, and companionship. I’d be her damn everything if she’d let me.
“All I wanted was for you to give me a chance. You can still experience the world with me—anything out there, I’ll give it to you. All you have to do is ask,” he said fervently. “I think I can do that,” I whispered.
“Lucky for you, I’m Irish, and we’re used to our women being entirely too batshit crazy to control.”
“I’m not asking for forever yet, just that you’ll give me a chance. Give us a chance.”
“Whatever this is, kitten, it’s not the end. This is only the beginning.”
How could you have been so convinced you wanted me in such a short amount of time?” “I don’t have to eat two tubs of mint chip ice cream to know it’s my favorite.”
“You always know exactly what to say, don’t you?” His eyes softened as his gaze trailed over my face. “I say plenty of shit that pisses people off. That’s why I’m so good at apologizing. Lots of practice.”
