But I couldn’t even find the threads to grab on to. Fucking Max. What a bastard. If he gave me the number for Lagan, I would let him go. I had to. Not just for him. For me. I didn’t care if he went back to his stupid motorcycle club. I didn’t care if he got murdered by his brothers. I didn’t care about any of it. I just needed him gone. I grabbed the cellphone off the kitchen counter and walked into the bedroom. It smelled like sex and I felt interest coil in my belly again. I wanted to wallow in this smell. I wanted to rub it onto my skin. “Where’d you find her?” Max asked, his voice a little awestruck. “On the beach. She’s here with her kids visiting her in-laws. Her husband died a year ago.” “Fuck.” “I think we made her happy, though. For a night.” “You did.” I almost smiled at him. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t feel any closer to this guy. I couldn’t afford that. I held up the cellphone. “Did I show you enough to earn the number?” I asked. He took a deep breath, his lean hard body, ridged and tattooed, shook in the lamplight.
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