Page 155 of Moon Claimed

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Page 155 of Moon Claimed

“History?”

“We kissed in secondary school. He freaked out after and was a dick to me for years along with all his friends who had no idea what happened.”

“You never told them?”

“I have a heart.”

“You do. And I love you for it. Even if I find you grossly unattractive.”

Wade lifted his head. “How unattractive?”

“I found a mouldy onion in my fridge and for a second thought it was your face.”

He squeezed my hand. “At least one thing is right in the world.”

No kidding.

I pulled up in front of my cabin. “You go ahead. I’ve got to call Sascha.”

Wade obeyed—after gyrating his hips.

Things would be so easy if we lusted for each other. I’d marry him in a heartbeat.

Instead, I just wanted Sascha’s hands all over me in the worst, borderline painful kind of way.

I dialled his number and waited.

One ring.

Two rings.

The ringing cut off, and I gaped at the screen. “You mothershitter.”

He screened my call.

Furiously, I typed a text, but his message came through first.

Busy today and morning, but Tuesday works for a meet.

A meet. Any ol’ one?

And he wasnotthat busy.

Liar.

Eyes narrowed, I sent my reply.

No problem. We can do them one after another.

One second for a kiss. A few seconds for the bite. And a minute for sex?

Suck on that, Sascha Greyson.

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“Lovely to have met you, Darryl,” I said, clasping his hand in both of mine.

Thepoliticianhandshake cracked Wade up for some reason.




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