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He eased out and landed another slap to my ass, and I followed him into the bathroom while checking outhisass. It was void of tattoos, unlike the rest of him. We were both covered: arms, torsos, backs, legs. It was a shared addiction and one that would never wane.
Catching me looking, he smirked. “Now who’s perving?”
I threw his words from minutes ago back at him. “It’s not perving when it’s mine.”
The shit-eating grin I loved pulled wider and his dimples appeared. “Always has been from the moment I saw you the first time. It was the one and only time I’ve banged a skeleton.”
Despite giggling, our eyes snagged and memories—both good and bad—resurfaced. So much had happened between that night and when we met again. The Ainsley from our one-night stand was leagues apart from the woman I was now. While time had passed and healed, there were still parts of me I’d never get back.
“I’m glad we found each other again,” I murmured.
Trav’s expression softened. “Me too, baby. Being married wouldn’t be the same without you.”
I flipped him off while sitting on the toilet, then met him in the bedroom when I was done. Once we were dressed, I whipped the curtains open only to be reminded of the current ‘situation’.
“Ah, Trav… Betty is eating the grape vine.”
A string of curses trailed in his wake as he rushed outside, and I happily stood at the bedroom window laughing my ass off as he tried to redirect her attention elsewhere.
I hung out of the window and called, “Think of this as practice for when we have kids.”
“Kids don’t eat the garden plants, Ainsley! Ouch, and kids don’t have horns,” he sassed after Betty nudged him with hers, sending me into another fit of giggles.
On a dreamy sigh, I shook my head and felt my heart fill with love. Trav was an absolute clown, but I wouldn’t have him any other way. Goat and all.
CHAPTER3
NICO & BROOKLYN
~ CHRISTMAS EVE-EVE ~
NICO’S POV
Ifelt eyes studying me as I assisted a client through her second set of bicep curls and lateral raises.
Through the mirror, my gaze locked with Brooklyn’s. She lingered at the entrance to the gym, and I smiled despite unease gathering in my gut. Her expression pulled the knot of dread tighter.
After giving me the stink-eye, she strutted into the gym, wearing workout tights and a little cropped tank that held my attention, and lay on the leg curl machine.
My client’s puff of exertion snapped my focus back to her. “Two more, Adele, then you get a rest.”
I lightly touched the dumbbells in her grasp while glancing at Brooklyn over my shoulder. An unchecked growl left my mouth when I saw her getting instructions from a client.
Possessiveness had me torn between being professional and properly focusing on Adele, or storming over and telling the guy to get the fuck away from my wahine [woman]. Either way, I was distracted and jolted when Adele all but dropped the dumbbells after completing her set.
“Nice pushing through,” I murmured and motioned to the awaiting kettlebell. “Rest for one, then twelve kettlebell squats.”
My attention briefly cut back to Brooklyn and what I saw pushed my anger to the forefront. I pointed at Adele while keeping my eyes glued to Bee.
“Grab a drink. I’ll be back in two minutes.”
Setting Brooklyn in my sights and seeing red when the guy lightly slapped the back of her thigh, I came to a close stop beside him.
“Hey, bro. What’s going on here?”
Brooklyn rolled her eyes while the guy got chatty as if he hadn’t just had his fucking hands on my girl.
“Hey, man. Just helping Brooklyn out. She’s a newbie so I’m showing her the ropes.”
