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truck.
Where the hell do you think you re going with her? her grandfather asked, looking
flustered as he threw an accusing glare at Necie, telling him that the old bastard had
probably gone for one of his guns from his infamous collection, one reason the bakery
had never been robbed, and she d found a way to block him.
He fucking loved this girl, he decided, shooting her grandfather a wink, letting him
know that he was well aware of how close he d come to getting his balls shot off and
simply said, Home.
Chapter 28
Umm, this isn t my home, she felt obligated to point out as he carried her through
the backdoor that led to his large kitchen, which she would love to get her hands on
and up the backstairs, careful of the large packed moving boxes stacked here and
there, blocking their way to his attic bedroom.
Well, he said, pausing to lean down and kiss her before he continued carrying her up
the stairs that would lead to his large attic bedroom, to be fair, I never said whose
home I d be taking you to.
What s with all the boxes? she asked, her curiosity taking over, which was probably
for the best since her nerves were fighting for an opportunity to take over and most
likely have her do something that would leave them both scarred for life.
Not really sure, he said with a curious frown of his own, but when he simply
shrugged it off, she let it go and focused on that large bed that he was carrying her to
and for the first time since last night when he d showed her exactly what stamina
meant, all she could think about was how soft the pillows were and just how good that
mattress felt.
He chuckled as he sat her down on the edge of the bed. Tired? he asked, taking
another peek at her hand before he went to his closet and grabbed a large trauma bag,
the kind that she d seen in ambulances.
Just a little, she said, embarrassed to admit that staying up all night to have sex
with him had left her exhausted.
As he cleaned her burn with saline and dry linen, she had to wonder how most women
did it. How did most women have incredibly hot sex all night long and still manage to
get up, lead a full life and not pass out in the process? There was probably something
wrong with her, she thought worriedly as she sat there, pondering the idea of buying
those five hour energy drinks in bulk so that she would be able to keep up with him.
There had to be a trick to doing this, she told herself, barely aware that he was
stripping her naked or carrying her into the bathroom, mostly because she d already
fallen asleep.
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Thank God, he said, sounding like a wimp and not giving a fuck, not when he was
sure that he was seconds away from passing out from exhaustion.
He laid the freshly washed, slumbering woman in his arms carefully on his bed and
when she didn t wake up, he promptly dove for the spot behind her, pulled the
blankets up, wrapped his arm around her and closed his eyes.
Who would have thought that the small woman next door, who couldn t seem to go a
single day without causing a disaster, could wear him out so completely? He d been
exhausted before, but never like this. God, he couldn t remember hurting this much
before, even after working two double shifts, back to back, but here he was, praying
that she stayed asleep so that he could get some sleep.
She d definitely worn him out, he thought with a smile as he pressed a kiss to her
bare shoulder and-
Wake her up and it will be the last thing that you ll ever do, came the erringly
familiar voice of the man that he knew would kill him without a second s hesitation.
*-*-*-*
Let s have ourselves a talk, shall we?
Duncan rubbed his hands down his face, not even bothering to open his eyes as he
waited for Mr. Dixon to get to the point of this kidnapping. Any other man and he
probably would have beat the shit out of him for sneaking into his room and
threatening him, but this was Necie s grandfather, so out of respect for her, he d gone
along quietly with this kidnapping.
Might as well get it out of the way, he said, already knowing where this was going.
Duncan wasn t good enough for Necie and never would be. He needed to stay the hell
away from his granddaughter before-
You need to be sure, Mr. Dixon said firmly.
What? Duncan asked, opening his eyes, because he really hadn t expected that.
What the hell are you talking about?
Necie doesn t deserve to be another one of your playthings, Duncan, Mr. Dixon said
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