Page 166 of Mr. Wicked


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Through every part of me.

And when the door finally slid open, he helped me take the short walk to the front of the condo, where he waved his fob and guided me inside.

I filled my lungs with a scent I’d missed. “Home.” I closed my eyes for just a second. “God, it feels good to say that.”

“Does bed sound as good to you, because that’s where I’m taking you.” He walked me through the foyer and into the living room.

I glanced up at him just as we rounded toward the kitchen. “No ... I need a bath first.”

Actually, first I needed to catch my breath, so I halted us by the island.

“You’re kidding?” He groaned.

Since I became conscious, all I’d been thinking about was dunking myself in some hot, bubbly water.

My skin begged to be clean. My muscles screamed for the heat.

I needed to wash this accident off me and my hair.

“I’m far from kidding. It’s the only thing I want. Then bed. I promise.” As I thought about it more, I added, “Will you join me?”

He let out a small chuckle. “An offer I can’t say no to.”

“Well, you could.”

“But I wouldn’t.”

“I have one more request.”

“You’re really trying to test my patience, aren’t you.” He winked, but his voice was still a growl.

I attempted a smile before I glanced into the kitchen, seeing the cabinet where the mugs were stored, only about five feet from where we were standing. “I need some tea.”

“I’ll get it. Don’t move.”

He opened the cabinet, and while I didn’t want to move, I did want to hold on to something, so I shuffled toward the island. My hands were just wrapping around the edge of the stone when a box on the counter caught my attention.

It wasn’t the shape or the size.

It was that it was open, that it had been addressed to me.

That Jonathan Myers was listed as the sender.

The director of Boston College’s newspaper.

Oh fuck.

My hands trembled as I lifted the box, and the moment I had it in the air, I noticed there was something underneath it.

A plaque.

With my name and the school newspaper at the top.

A number that showed how many times the article had been viewed.

Followed by the full article with Anonymous under the byline.

If the box was open, the plaque already pulled out, that could only mean one thing ...

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