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“Garfield.”
Rowan’s hand on my thigh flexes. “God, no.” He hasn’t stopped touching me since I entered his Rolls Royce. Apparently, people like the Kanes reach a level of wealth where they don’t even have to drive their own cars anymore. At first, I thought it was ridiculous. But then, the freedom gives Rowan the ability to run his hands up and down my thigh. Despite the obscene amount of layers, his fingers send flames of heat up my thigh with every enticing swipe.
I peek down at the list of names I saved after wondering what the heck Rowan’s middle name was. After searching all over the internet, and some sketchy websites that requested lots of money for a background check, I settled on a list of baby names from a website.
Except I’m twenty names in and have struck out with each one.
“Gary.”
His chest shakes from silent laughter. “No.”
“Gertrude.”
“That’s a woman’s name.”
I shrug. “Your mom could have been progressive.”
Shoot.I didn’t mean to bring her up. The Kanes are like a vault when it comes to anything related to Rowan’s mother. The only thing the general public knows is she died after a long, terrible battle with cancer.
He squeezes my thigh as if he wants to reassure me. “My mother was many great things, but even she wasn’tthatprogressive. Thank God.”
“Hmm. Okay! What about Glen?”
“You’ll never guess, so you might as well give up now.”
I make eye contact with him and jut out my bottom lip. “I’m no quitter.”
He rubs my lip with his thumb, making heat trickle down my spine in response. “That’s why I’ll reward you with the story of how I got my middle name. But I must swear you to secrecy.”
I hold out my pinky for him.
He bats it away before leaning forward, cupping my cheek with a calloused hand. “A kiss for a secret.”
“I’ve never heard of this game.” I smirk.
“That’s because it’s exclusively ours.”
Warmth shoots through my chest at the idea of us having something to ourselves. “I like this game already.”
His hand wraps around the back of my neck and tugs me forward. His lips press against mine, soft at first before giving way to a burning hunger. Heat spreads across my skin as Rowan brands my lips with his tongue, tracing a pattern I feel down to my very heart.
He kisses me until I’m breathless and panting. His eyes lose their brightness as they slide from my face to the window behind me.
I hate seeing him this way. “I can stop guessing. You don’t need to tell me.”
He shakes his head. “We made a deal.” The resigned sigh he releases does little to ease the tension from his body. “I don’t talk much about my mother.”
I reach out and clutch his hand in mine. He holds on to it like a lifeline, barely concealing the tremble in his hand as he squeezes the blood from my fingers. “Some of my memories are confusing since I was so young, but the one thing I remember most about my mom was that she loved King Arthur.”
“No way! She was a history buff?”
He looks at me knowingly. I sigh and give him a soft peck for his next secret. I move away but he tugs me back into his chest and deepens the kiss. Like he needs the extra courage to talk about anything related to his mother.
He might not be searching for love but maybe he’s looking to heal.
I can help with that. I’ve been there.
He releases me before taking a few deep breaths. “My mother was obsessed with history and stories that bordered on fantasy. That’s actually how she and my father met.”
