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“I’m not sure. He said something about signing my name to some documents that made me half owner of this house and that we were live-in partners. I don’t really understand it all. But I don’t think I have to stay here twenty-four seven.”
“Well, find out. If you can leave, come play in the high-rollers room tomorrow on my dime.”
She laughed. “I like the sound of that, but that’s unnecessary. I will come see you if I can leave, though. Thanks for talking to me, Hunter. I know you’re busy.”
“You’re welcome, Miss Rylee. I wish I had better advice for you. I’ll just say I think he’s a good man who got caught in an unfortunate set of circumstances. Then he had to go and start thinking with his dick where you were concerned, and that just made things worse.”
Rylee hung up feeling sad. Memphis Foster might have been thinking with his dick, but somehow her heart had gotten involved.
Chapter 11
Memphiscrankedthespeedup on the treadmill and pushed himself as he played the last several days over in his mind. He wasn’t prepared for everything to blow up in his face so quickly. How the hell was he supposed to fix this?
His connection with Rylee was one of the most intense he’d had with a woman, and he wasn’t ready to lose that.
He heard the door to the gym open, but he kept running.
Rylee stepped onto the treadmill next to him and turned it on. She started at a brisk walk and slowly increased to match his intense pace.
He’d been at it for a half hour already, but he didn’t plan on quitting until she did.
An hour later, they were both panting and drenched in sweat and not for the reasons he’d hoped.
She leaned on the bars of the treadmill as it came to a halt and wiped at her brow with a towel.
“Can we talk?” she asked between gulping breaths.
He gave a solemn nod and stepped off the machine.
“Where?” he asked.
“Shower first. Then the dining room table.”
He wagged his eyebrows. “Shower sounds great.”
She glared in his direction. “Look, your hot sweaty ass is already turning me on. Stop with the jokes. I’m not ready to forgive you yet.”
He held up a hand in surrender. “I apologize. I’ll meet you in the dining room in an hour. Order dinner. You pick.”
Before he could turn to walk out, she took him by surprise by grabbing his hand and pulling him to her. He went to her willingly.
She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips met his in a crushing kiss. He slid a hand into her hair and fought the urge to take control of the kiss. What he didn’t do was hold back on returning her attention. He devoured her mouth as much as she would let him.
When she pulled away, her gaze was stony.
“What was that for?” he asked, genuinely curious.
“I wanted one last kiss in case I don’t like what I hear at the table.”
Without another word, she turned and walked out. He stared after her and prayed he could convince her to kiss him again. Hell, he wanted her to spend the rest of her life kissing him.
When she disappeared from view, he grabbed a bottle of water from the small fridge in the gym and walked inside. He walked slowly to give her time to get upstairs before he made his way to his own shower to rinse off and change clothes.
An hour later, he came downstairs when he heard a commotion at the front door. A pizza delivery driver stood dumbfounded as two officers pushed their way past him and Rylee into the house.
“Rylee take the pizza into the kitchen. I’ll pay the driver,” he said, taking charge of the situation. “It’s just a random search, which they’re allowed to do.”
She nodded and took the pizza boxes from the driver.
