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She rolls her eyes in that long-suffering way only parents can.

“If you guys are going to hump each other, can you at least lock the door? I may have created your testicles, once upon a time, but I don’t wanna see ’em anymore. Especially not on Silas’ pretty face.”

That’s it. She turns around and leaves us to it, Cade staring after her with wide eyes.

OMG ... Moms, amiright?!? 😆

His grip on me is powerful, and he growls as he pulls me back down to him, claiming my mouth in a deep, dirty kiss that steals every last bit of air from my lungs until I’m drowning in him. I may enjoy bossing Silas around in our regular lives, but our shiny new sex life has unlocked something growly and dominant in him. Something ferocious. The fact that I’m about to come in my pants tells me I don’t hate it.

Does everyone feel this possessiveness the first time they sleep with someone? A part of me is worried that no one feels this way, and it’s a hint that something much larger is broken inside me. People aren’t possessions. I don’t want to control him. I just have this irrepressible need to keep him close to me, so I know he’s safe. If his father tries to put his hands on my person again, I’ll rip out his spine.

Sometimes it feels like I was created specifically to undo every shitty thing that’s ever been done to Silas. Every smile gives me a bigger sense of accomplishment than anything else in my life, and it’s literally my job to save people’s lives.

If I could hollow out the space inside my ribs and place him there for safekeeping, I would.

Cade looks like he wants to deck me. I only stop when he threatens to make me sleep on the porch if I don’t shut up about it.

“If it makes you feel better, consider this repayment for me saving your drunk ass from drowning in the quarry. I rescue you, you rescue me, and every time we end up crammed into a teeny tiny bed together. It’s the circle of life, apparently. So hakuna matata and go the fuck to sleep.”

For a guy that doesn’t talk a lot, Silas has a way of dropping little observations that are so on point it’s scary. I lean in close to his face and squint like I’m suspicious. “Are you secretly super smart and insightful? Is that what’s going on? Did someone put a nerd’s brain in a motorcycle meathead’s body? Blink twice if you need me to smuggle you back into the secret government facility that spawned you.”

"That’s… that’s insane.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Because being a serial killer in the first place makes any sense at all? Serial killers thrive on control.”

“Here he goes.”

“I want my paycheck to include a ‘listening to Christiansen prattle on about serial killers’ bonus.”

Funny how someone could be this close to getting splashed in the face with iced coffee and not even realize it.

Okay ... gotta say this because I've run into this before. At least half a dozen times in the first few chapters, Cade's many tattoos (back and arms, at least, covered) have been mentioned. Also, many times his status as "dirt poor" has been drummed into us ... to the point of HAVING to win a dirt track race in order for he and his mom and sisters to eat. Tattoos are ridiculously expensive. That doesn't track for me.

“You know he wasn’t actually rich. I get that you grew up thinking that everyone who didn’t have to shoplift bread was a millionaire, but his family was just as broke as the rest of us. Cut him some slack.”

“I am! Didn't you see me carrying him in, cutting him reels of endless slack? He's currently lying on a bed that I’m supposed to be sleeping in, comfortably swaddled in all the slack that I am giving him.”

“Forgive me if I smell like citrus.”

“Citrus,” I said slowly.

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

“No, you don’t understand.” I shook my head in bemusement. “Citrus.”

“We know what citrus is, Rainstorm,” Danny said.

“Citrus!” I exclaimed.

“Does citrus mean something different on his planet?” Kevin asked in a whisper.

“I think he’s broken,” Nick said helpfully. “Maybe if someone smacks him, he’ll reboot.”

“You want me to pretty it up for you?” I pressed kisses down the side of his neck. “Maybe I could quote some Romeo and Juliet or something.”

“There’s something to be said for the Bard.”

“Forsooth, good sir. Wouldst thou be so kind as to fuckest a good knight through ye olde mattress?”

“And just what the hell version of Romeo and Juliet would that be?”

“The uncut version. Romeo and Juliet—after dark.”

"THE END ...
THE ENEMY IS HERE!"

Not at all sure I'm ready for this ...
but here we are! 😬🙈😱

“You’re going to be mad at me in the morning,” Hazard said, nuzzling closer. “I do that. You’re a nice person, but I make you angry.”

“You don’t make me angry.” Somers made a noise, as though trying to clear his voice, but his words were still thick when he spoke. “You’re goddamn impossible, but you don’t make me angry.”

These two really do deserve each other! 😂

The plot of this is much easier to follow ... not as convoluted as the first book. I'm warming up slightly to Somers but still don't like Hazard. Will that ever change? I'm a bit concerned but I guess it's still early. 🤷‍♂️

Danny was toweling me off furiously.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.

“What am I doing?” He gave a harsh laugh.

“Yes, I see that.” I looked down at my very damp and very naked body. I was pretty sure I’d gone to bed in pajama bottoms. My parents were one room over, after all. Thou shalt not bare ass it when thy parents are sleeping over. I’m pretty sure that’s in the book of Genesis.