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Authors: Vivian Wood, Amelie Hunt
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frightened, though, now she looked mad .
Despite the circumstances, Pax almost grinned. Can’t keep that woman down, no matter what .
“Hey,” she said, staring at the door.
“Listen, B… we took care of everything for tonight,” Pax told her. “Looks like Travis got in the front door somehow, but I don’t want you to worry. Chase and I got the place locked down.”
Brooke gave him a faint smile.
“I know you do,” she said. “I’m just… I’m so pissed right now. That fucking asshole can’t stand to lose. I knew he’d lash out, but this is low. Even for a Marchand.”
Pax hesitated, glancing at the door.
“I’m sorry to say, but he ripped up some of your stuff. Slashed your brand new mattress, poured blood on some of your clothes.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to keep his temper from rising again. “We’ll get everything replaced, so don’t stress about it.”
Brooke snorted, an indelicate but endearing sound.
“Nah,” she said, shaking her head. “I was going to get rid of a lot of that stuff anyway. I was dressing the part, playing along with what Lynne and Travis wanted. None of it means anything to me.”
“Alright,” Pax said, releasing a relieved breath. “You’re taking this like a rock star, by the way. Hang here for a sec, let me grab what’s salvageable, and we’ll go downstairs.”
“Oh yeah?” Brooke said, canting her head. She narrowed her gaze, but Pax could tell that she was amused rather than annoyed by his statement.
“Yeah. You’re in my bed now, every night,” he said, giving her whole body an up-and-down glance. “Permanently.”
Brooke’s lips twitched, but she just shooed him toward her ravaged bedroom. Pax made quick work of his task, saving a bag of her pajamas and intimates, a few clothes that hadn’t been ruined, and her pillow, which was undamaged.
The rest could wait. Unlike his wolf, who was desperate to have Brooke nestled in his arms, safe in his bed. Her mouth under his, skin to skin…
“Take it down a notch, chief,” Pax mumbled to himself.
Tucking all the stuff he’d salvaged under his arm, Pax went back out to Brooke, who stood in the hall way fidgeting.
“My pillow!” she said, brightening when Pax handed it over.
“It escaped unscathed,” he said, nodding toward the stairs. “Shall we?”
Pax led Brooke downstairs to his suite, nearly sighing when he remembered the sultry music and dimmed lights he’d set up prior to his shower. They were a nice enough touch, but no longer appropriate for the mood.
“I’m going to put your clothes in this drawer,” he told her, clearing out the topmost dresser drawer for her things.
“Thanks,” she said, sinking onto the bed.
Pax turned and eyed her.
“I got just the thing,” he told her. Opening the second drawer of the dresser, he produced one of his biggest, softest USMC t-shirts and tossed it over to Brooke. The soft smile of gratitude she shot him sent a ripple of pleasure through his chest.
Brooke pulled the shirt on over her head and did some girl magic, hopping around until she pulled that sexy red dress down underneath and stepped out of it, leaving her in just Pax’s shirt. It was much too big on her, draping over her small frame to fall almost at her knee, but something about it stirred Pax’s wolf. His woman, in his clothing, standing in his bedroom.
Brooke tossed her dress onto a chair and sat on Pax’s king-sized bed with a sigh.
“Finishing touch?” he asked, holding up a pair of thick, warm socks. “Sorry there’s not more fanfare. I always thought that when I got you back into my bedroom, it’d be a little more romantic than this.”
Brooke laughed and caught the socks he lobbed at her, shaking her head.
“No one could have expected Travis to go this far,” she said.
“Get under the covers,” Pax ordered. “You look like you’re about to freeze.”
“I’m a little shaken up,” she admitted, leaning down to pull on the
Despite the circumstances, Pax almost grinned. Can’t keep that woman down, no matter what .
“Hey,” she said, staring at the door.
“Listen, B… we took care of everything for tonight,” Pax told her. “Looks like Travis got in the front door somehow, but I don’t want you to worry. Chase and I got the place locked down.”
Brooke gave him a faint smile.
“I know you do,” she said. “I’m just… I’m so pissed right now. That fucking asshole can’t stand to lose. I knew he’d lash out, but this is low. Even for a Marchand.”
Pax hesitated, glancing at the door.
“I’m sorry to say, but he ripped up some of your stuff. Slashed your brand new mattress, poured blood on some of your clothes.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to keep his temper from rising again. “We’ll get everything replaced, so don’t stress about it.”
Brooke snorted, an indelicate but endearing sound.
“Nah,” she said, shaking her head. “I was going to get rid of a lot of that stuff anyway. I was dressing the part, playing along with what Lynne and Travis wanted. None of it means anything to me.”
“Alright,” Pax said, releasing a relieved breath. “You’re taking this like a rock star, by the way. Hang here for a sec, let me grab what’s salvageable, and we’ll go downstairs.”
“Oh yeah?” Brooke said, canting her head. She narrowed her gaze, but Pax could tell that she was amused rather than annoyed by his statement.
“Yeah. You’re in my bed now, every night,” he said, giving her whole body an up-and-down glance. “Permanently.”
Brooke’s lips twitched, but she just shooed him toward her ravaged bedroom. Pax made quick work of his task, saving a bag of her pajamas and intimates, a few clothes that hadn’t been ruined, and her pillow, which was undamaged.
The rest could wait. Unlike his wolf, who was desperate to have Brooke nestled in his arms, safe in his bed. Her mouth under his, skin to skin…
“Take it down a notch, chief,” Pax mumbled to himself.
Tucking all the stuff he’d salvaged under his arm, Pax went back out to Brooke, who stood in the hall way fidgeting.
“My pillow!” she said, brightening when Pax handed it over.
“It escaped unscathed,” he said, nodding toward the stairs. “Shall we?”
Pax led Brooke downstairs to his suite, nearly sighing when he remembered the sultry music and dimmed lights he’d set up prior to his shower. They were a nice enough touch, but no longer appropriate for the mood.
“I’m going to put your clothes in this drawer,” he told her, clearing out the topmost dresser drawer for her things.
“Thanks,” she said, sinking onto the bed.
Pax turned and eyed her.
“I got just the thing,” he told her. Opening the second drawer of the dresser, he produced one of his biggest, softest USMC t-shirts and tossed it over to Brooke. The soft smile of gratitude she shot him sent a ripple of pleasure through his chest.
Brooke pulled the shirt on over her head and did some girl magic, hopping around until she pulled that sexy red dress down underneath and stepped out of it, leaving her in just Pax’s shirt. It was much too big on her, draping over her small frame to fall almost at her knee, but something about it stirred Pax’s wolf. His woman, in his clothing, standing in his bedroom.
Brooke tossed her dress onto a chair and sat on Pax’s king-sized bed with a sigh.
“Finishing touch?” he asked, holding up a pair of thick, warm socks. “Sorry there’s not more fanfare. I always thought that when I got you back into my bedroom, it’d be a little more romantic than this.”
Brooke laughed and caught the socks he lobbed at her, shaking her head.
“No one could have expected Travis to go this far,” she said.
“Get under the covers,” Pax ordered. “You look like you’re about to freeze.”
“I’m a little shaken up,” she admitted, leaning down to pull on the
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