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she uttered, as she wrapped her legs
around his waist.
    “Never stop. No.” He sounded like
a Neanderthal, but just then, when Wyndi pressed herself into his erection, he
didn’t care.
      Bang. Bang. Bang.
    “Someone’s pounding on the door,”
Wyndi said.
    Petúr kissed her other breast.
“Ignore them. They’ll go away.”
    “Wait.” The delicate hands roving
over his shoulders pressed. “It might be about Bell.”
    “Big guy,” Dash called through
the door. “I hate to interrupt, but Tera and Byte say we have visitors this
morning.” A pause. “Visitors in the way of surveyors over by the ticket booth.”
    Petúr stiffened, and not in a
good way. “Coming!” he shouted, and again, he wasn’t coming in a good way
either.
    He stared down into Wyndi’s face.
“I’ve got to go handle this.”
    “Dash said ‘surveyors.’ As in,
land surveyors?”
    Extricating himself from her was
one of the hardest things he’d ever done. “Yes.”
    He stood and glanced over his
shoulder at her, wanting to whimper when she yanked the shirt down over her
torso, covering her delectable breasts.
    “Maybe the city is—”
    “The city of Oceanport sold
Neverland to your father.”
    She sat up in a shot, and he had
to admit Wyndi looked good in his bed.
    “What?”
    “Your father bought Neverland.
This place is now part of Darlinghart, Inc.”
    She dropped her chin, autumn hair
falling to obscure her face. “His beach front condo project,” she muttered
under her breath. “I knew he’d been working on something.” She glanced up at
him, blue eyes sad. “I didn’t know this was the land. God. I’m so sorry,
Petúr.”
    “Don’t be,” he said, in a much
harsher tone than he ever wanted to use with her.
    “What are you going to do?”
    “For now, scare off the
surveyors,” he said, turning from her, and stomping out his bedroom door.
    ****
    Wyndi was experiencing a mishmash
of emotions and shaking from lingering need. Her skin still tingled from
Petúr’s touch, and she wanted to hold onto every sensation, like the way his
large hands felt upon her body. His kiss. The warmth of his mouth. The mastery
of his tongue. The way he made her feel hot and wanting. Yet her mind kept going
to the anger apparent on his face when he spoke of her father buying Neverland.
    Her poor warrior. Was he really
hers? Yes, she decided. There would
be no denying the instantaneous, heated connection between them. No denying how
much she wanted him. And how could she disallow the passion in his kiss? She
caressed her mouth with her fingertips. She couldn’t.
    There was also no refuting Petúr
was a warrior to his core. Capable. Strong. Stoic. Yet, she’d seen moments of
boy-like vulnerability. Sadness within the depths of his eyes. Longing. Those
emotions he worked at hiding away made a lot of sense. When Wyndi heard Bell
tell him about Illia, his mother, how he’d been left behind as a newborn baby,
never knowing of her. He grew up never knowing of his home, and her own heart
ached for him. By his own admission, he’d always felt different. An outcast.
    Wyndi bit at the inside of her
cheek and shook her head. How he’d survived, she didn’t know, but he had. He’d
thrived even. And, now, the one place he clearly loved, the place he’d made his
home, was being threatened by her father.
    She rolled out of bed, brushing
her fingers through her hair, and setting her chin. “Screw that.”
    She would do something about her
father and his newest pet project. She couldn’t see Petúr and the others
homeless. She just couldn’t.
    Wyndi marched, with determined
barefooted steps, into the room everyone referred to as the control center, where
Tera and Byte were sitting in office chairs in front of a wall of monitors. Her
attention bounced to those monitors, seeing men in white hardhats scatter when
something huge and dark shot past them in a blur overhead. She heard a noise
akin to a sonic boom. Panicked shouts. Saw their surveying