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her eyes scrunched as he’d eaten her out. Every time he went down on her, she got so damn excited, like she’d been given something special. He doubted that fucker she’d lived with had ever taken the time to see to her pleasure.
Maybe Cain couldn’t give her cars and jewelry, but he could love her the way she deserved. But first, he had to keep her safe. He headed to the garage and the toolbox he kept locked where he stored his sidearm and holster. He’d have to start wearing it again. Even if it upset Carina to see how serious the situation had become. Joey Guiducci was one stubborn bastard, but his jealous greed would get him killed. If he so much as showed his face near the house, Cain would make sure he’d never be a problem again.
Carina woke early, the sheets cool and Cain gone. She glanced toward the curtained window. Gray light filtered through a gap. Dawn. He’s up early.
She stretched and groaned. Her body ached, but in a good way. Sex with Cain was better than any gym workout. She was half-tempted to go back to sleep, but if he was up, he needed breakfast, and cooking was her job now. So she rose and dressed in blue jeans and a tee, smiling that having limited options meant she was ready in minutes. Still, she’d have to talk him into at least one shopping excursion. A girl needed makeup. And more than one change of clothing. He had yet to see her all done up. She liked the thought of surprising him. He thought she was beautiful just the way she was. He was cute. But he really had no idea…
After brushing her hair and her teeth she headed downstairs, halting at the kitchen door because he was there, sitting on a barstool, a dirty towel on the counter, the pieces of his pistol laid out as he applied oil to the barrel. All her warm and fuzzy feelings scattered.
As she caught her breath, she noted other things. His bare back was tense. He wore jeans and boots. Grass clippings clung to the soles of his boots. He’d been “walking the perimeter” again—what he called his turns around the yard. He did them every night, but now something was different. He was too stiff. He knew she was there—she hadn’t been quiet coming down the stairs—and yet, he hadn’t turned to give her a lazy smile.
“I’ll make breakfast,” she said softly, knowing he’d tell her what she needed to know when he was good and ready. And she might not like what he had to say. So, she gathered eggs and bacon from the refrigerator, bread from the pantry, and began preparing their meal.
Coffee was already made, half a pot still in the carafe, so he’d been up quite a while. She poured herself a cup, adding cream to kill the bitterness, and then stepped beside him as he completed putting together his weapon.
Her glance went to the one article of clothing she hadn’t seen him wearing in days. The holster attached to his belt. “Breakfast will be ready in a minute.”
“Thanks,” he said.
His voice sounded a little rusty, and she remembered the cool sheets. “Did you get much sleep?”
He shook his head then slid the Glock into the holster. Without looking her way, he said, “Baby, you remember the rules?”
She nodded, a chill shivering over her skin, lifting goose bumps. “Food’s ready,” she said, turning away. She returned to the stove and loaded his plate before preparing her own, although her appetite was gone. Still, she’d make a show of normalcy to keep him company.
He ate methodically, as though he didn’t want to eat, but knew he needed the sustenance.
She played with hers, mostly swallowing down the coffee. A mistake. Her nerves were already stretched, and when she lifted her fork, her hand shook.
Cain made a noise, took the fork from her hand, and then turned her seat to face him. “I won’t be going back to work anytime soon.”
Carina tried to still her shaking and meet his gaze. “He’s still here, isn’t he?”
He gave a terse nod. “A rancher found the Viper hidden in a
Maybe Cain couldn’t give her cars and jewelry, but he could love her the way she deserved. But first, he had to keep her safe. He headed to the garage and the toolbox he kept locked where he stored his sidearm and holster. He’d have to start wearing it again. Even if it upset Carina to see how serious the situation had become. Joey Guiducci was one stubborn bastard, but his jealous greed would get him killed. If he so much as showed his face near the house, Cain would make sure he’d never be a problem again.
Carina woke early, the sheets cool and Cain gone. She glanced toward the curtained window. Gray light filtered through a gap. Dawn. He’s up early.
She stretched and groaned. Her body ached, but in a good way. Sex with Cain was better than any gym workout. She was half-tempted to go back to sleep, but if he was up, he needed breakfast, and cooking was her job now. So she rose and dressed in blue jeans and a tee, smiling that having limited options meant she was ready in minutes. Still, she’d have to talk him into at least one shopping excursion. A girl needed makeup. And more than one change of clothing. He had yet to see her all done up. She liked the thought of surprising him. He thought she was beautiful just the way she was. He was cute. But he really had no idea…
After brushing her hair and her teeth she headed downstairs, halting at the kitchen door because he was there, sitting on a barstool, a dirty towel on the counter, the pieces of his pistol laid out as he applied oil to the barrel. All her warm and fuzzy feelings scattered.
As she caught her breath, she noted other things. His bare back was tense. He wore jeans and boots. Grass clippings clung to the soles of his boots. He’d been “walking the perimeter” again—what he called his turns around the yard. He did them every night, but now something was different. He was too stiff. He knew she was there—she hadn’t been quiet coming down the stairs—and yet, he hadn’t turned to give her a lazy smile.
“I’ll make breakfast,” she said softly, knowing he’d tell her what she needed to know when he was good and ready. And she might not like what he had to say. So, she gathered eggs and bacon from the refrigerator, bread from the pantry, and began preparing their meal.
Coffee was already made, half a pot still in the carafe, so he’d been up quite a while. She poured herself a cup, adding cream to kill the bitterness, and then stepped beside him as he completed putting together his weapon.
Her glance went to the one article of clothing she hadn’t seen him wearing in days. The holster attached to his belt. “Breakfast will be ready in a minute.”
“Thanks,” he said.
His voice sounded a little rusty, and she remembered the cool sheets. “Did you get much sleep?”
He shook his head then slid the Glock into the holster. Without looking her way, he said, “Baby, you remember the rules?”
She nodded, a chill shivering over her skin, lifting goose bumps. “Food’s ready,” she said, turning away. She returned to the stove and loaded his plate before preparing her own, although her appetite was gone. Still, she’d make a show of normalcy to keep him company.
He ate methodically, as though he didn’t want to eat, but knew he needed the sustenance.
She played with hers, mostly swallowing down the coffee. A mistake. Her nerves were already stretched, and when she lifted her fork, her hand shook.
Cain made a noise, took the fork from her hand, and then turned her seat to face him. “I won’t be going back to work anytime soon.”
Carina tried to still her shaking and meet his gaze. “He’s still here, isn’t he?”
He gave a terse nod. “A rancher found the Viper hidden in a
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