Page 124 of On the Edge


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He laughed. “You’re very welcome. There’s no way I’d ever let her go.” His gaze shifted to my face.

“Congrats, love. You were amazing, and you looked stunning up there.” He slid his hand to the small of my back, and my skin pebbled beneath his touch. “There are a few other members of the board you should meet.”

I smiled and allowed him to take my hand and guide me around the room.

An hour later, we’d made small talk with so many people that their names and faces were all blurs in my mind.

“Thank you,” I said wearily.

“Why are you thanking me?” We had stepped out of the party to get some fresh air.

I looked up into the dark sky as clouds pooled above our heads, threatening rain. “For giving me this opportunity. For letting me do something I love.” A raindrop met my lips, and I instinctively touched my tongue to it. “But I’m worried you aren’t doing what makes you happy.”

“You mean fighting?” He touched my cheek with the back of his hand, warming me against the cool night air.

I nodded as another drop of rain smacked against my cheek.

“Who says I need to fight to be happy?” His eyes narrowed at me as his hand went to the back of my neck. “You make me happy, Anna. I choose you. I choose family. Remember?”

Was I family? We’d known each other for less than three months. “Will you truly be satisfied with being a man in a suit? Not a boxer in the ring?”

“A man in a suit?” He laughed. “At least I’m not the beast, I guess.”

“Oh, Adam, you never were.”

He smiled. “Come to Rome with me this weekend?”

We still hadn’t managed to go. “Dublin, Rome . . . you’re making my dreams come true, Mr. McGregor.”

“I’ve only just begun.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me as the rain started to hammer the streets, splattering against the black cement.

EPILOGUE

ADAM

I held the red tie in my hands and raised a brow at my girlfriend. “You want me to put this on my eyes? Are you pulling my leg?”

“Please.” Anna raised her hands between us, palms pressed together as if in prayer. “Just trust me.”

Her green eyes were bright. Alluring. She was so goddamn beautiful to look at that sometimes I wondered if she were real. Could she really be mine? I wasn’t sure what I’d done to get in the good graces of God, especially with my horrid mouth, but Anna was evidence enough that there was a higher power, and He or She was smiling down upon me.

“Of course I trust you.” I released an exaggerated sigh. “Put it on me.” I handed her the tie, and she fastened it around my forehead, sliding it over my eyes. “But tonight, I fully anticipate using this to cover your eyes while I do delicious and wicked things to your body.”

“What?” She was laughing, and I hated that I couldn’t see her mouth.

“You heard me. You can cover your eyes with this tie, or I can tie your wrists with it.” My lips spread into a smile. “Either works for me.”

“You’re so bad.” She poked my chest, and I blindly captured her wrist, yanking her against me.

“But you like it.”

Her lips brushed across mine, and she nipped at my bottom lip. “You are going to be in so much trouble tonight,” I teased.

“Mm. I can’t wait,” she whispered against my lips.

I slipped my hands down to her jeaned arse and squeezed. I groaned and shook my head. “Now, where are we going?”

“Patience, Mr. McGregor.” God, this woman loved to torture me. “You’ll need to get inside the passenger seat of your car.” I started for the tie, but she reached for my hand. “I won’t crash your Porsche, I promise.”

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