Page 155 of Don't Let Me Break


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And trust me. It's a good one. Might even be worth a kidney on the black market.

Am I bugging you yet?

Tell me to stop texting.

Because if you don’t, I’m not gonna stop.

Please let me come see you.

Let me hold you.

I can bring you back to my place, and we can make another fort.

Please?

Don’t you dare make me say the “L” word via text, my prickly porcupine.

Because I’ll do it.

You know I will.

With a light laugh, I sit on the edge of my childhood bed and push the call button, finally giving in to the insanity. It barely rings once before Macklin answers.

“You sick of my texts yet, Porcupine?” his low, silky voice asks in lieu of a greeting.

“Thought I’d give your thumbs a break. Wouldn’t want you to get arthritis for another year or so. Ya know, since you’re so old and all.”

“I said carpal tunnel, not arthritis,” he grumbles.

“Toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe.”

“Ah, so the porcupine’s feeling prickly today. Noted.”

I smile and fall back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. “And someone’s feeling particularly needy.”

“So damn needy,” he agrees.

“I’m surprised you didn’t just show up on my parents’ doorstep.”

“I was gonna give you until five to respond to my texts. Then I was driving over no matter what.”

I laugh a little harder, turning onto my stomach and kicking my feet into the air, careful of my stitches. “I’m seriously fine, Mack.”

“You think this is about you, Kate? You’re fucking perfect, and you would be with or without me.I’mthe mess when we aren’t together,” he argues. “Not you.”

“Mack,” I whisper.

“Is your head clear enough for us to talk today? ‘Cause I told you I don’t play games, and I’m not about to start now.”

The determination in his voice makes my mouth twitch as I close my eyes, savoring it. What it’s like to have Mack want me. Fight for me. Even though he’s owned me for months.

“Okay, Mack,” I murmur. “You win. You can come over.”

“Can I pick up food for you and your parents? If I leave now, I’ll get there around dinnertime.”

“You don’t need to feed my parents––”

“Do they like Indian food? Or should I bring a pizza? What toppings do they like?”

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