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“Okay, let’s go. I called Sienna. She’s meeting us at the doctor’s office.” She eyed Rory with a grin. “Are you going into the office or waiting in the car?”
Rory grimaced. “Damned women in that waiting room, you’d think they never saw a man the way they act when I walk in there.”
Noah felt a curl of anger burning inside him. For six years Rory had watched over her, taken care of her. He had gone to the doctor with her, held her when she cried, he had stepped in and made certain Sabella wasn’t alone. That she survived. He should be thanking his brother rather than questioning his motives.
“Come on, stud,” Sabella teased Rory then. “Give the girls a smile and a wink and they’ll swoon for you.”
“I’d end up raped,” Rory muttered, but it was good-natured.
They left the house, but before he let Sabella get in Rory’s pickup, he pulled her to him, his lips covering hers, staking his claim on her senses before he let her go.
“What was that for?” She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his shirt like a little cat’s, kneading his flesh with primitive hunger.
“To remind you,” he growled.
“Of what?” Something flashed in her eyes then, a flare of anger, of determination.
“Of who you belong to,” he bit out. “Don’t forget it, Sabella.”
She tilted her head as though staring at some strange, unknown creature and attempting to make sense of it.
“You’re leaving,” she reminded him gently. “You’ve warned me of that all along, Noah. You can’t stake a claim on someone you have no intention of keeping.”
The hell he couldn’t. His head dipped again and he stole her defiance with another kiss. He pushed his tongue in her mouth, claimed it, just as he had claimed her body each time he fucked her into a screaming orgasm. His hands pulled her closer, pressing his erection against her stomach through the material of his jeans and fought to get a handle on the possessiveness tearing through his gut.
He couldn’t control the need. He couldn’t stop the fury of dominance, the instinct to make damned sure she never forgot. Never forgot who she belonged to. Whose soul she held in the palm of her hand.
He pulled back and glared down at her. “Remember.”
He stalked away from her then, refusing to acknowledge the tears that had shimmered in her eyes, because to acknowledge them would break him. He was riding a line so fine now that sometimes it didn’t make sense, even to him. He knew, though, if this operation didn’t end soon, if he didn’t manage to pull back just a little bit, then he was never going to be able to walk away from her. And that just might kill both of them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“You’re gettin’ pretty close to him, huh?”
Sabella turned her head and stared at Rory. God, he looked so much like Nathan used to look. Rugged features, the perfection of male beauty paired with wicked blue eyes, thick heavy lashes, and long black hair.
He was almost Nathan’s twin. So close to him in looks that for nearly two years Sabella had been unable to look him in the face.
“Shouldn’t I be?” She knew Rory was aware of who Noah was. She could feel it to the marrow of her bones and it hurt.
She was past mad. It just hurt now that Noah had trusted his brother rather than his wife. The woman he had sworn his heart to. He’d dared to whisper those words in t
heir bed, after he thought she slept. Dared, dared to whisper that vow in Gaelic, in their bed, while he was lying to her. Lying to her with every touch, every kiss, every rasping word from his lying lips.
Rory finally shrugged. “Do you think he’s going to stay?”
She would have gotten angry at that point if she hadn’t heard the regret, the somber realization in his voice, and seen it in his face.
Sabella turned and stared out the window. She watched as the town passed by, as everything familiar to her suddenly seemed alien and strange.
“No.” She finally whispered the truth, to him, and to herself. “I don’t think he’ll be here much longer.”
She looked down at her hands, touched the wedding band, and slid it slowly from her finger before tucking it into her purse. Sienna would ask too many questions if she saw it. It could raise too much suspicion.
“You know, Belle.” He cleared his throat, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. “I love you like a sister. You know that.”
“No advice, Rory.” She could feel it coming. As he pulled in to the doctor’s office parking lot and parked beside Sienna’s car, she realized her control wasn’t strong enough to endure even Rory’s well-meaning advice.
