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I inhale a shaky breath. “Then what was all that about her owing you money, making demands, and needing to talk to you?”
Wade’s shocked look fades into amusement and sympathy. “Oh, babe. No. She’s not my ex, and she doesn’t owe me money.”
“And all that stuff about being done with her? And Harley setting you up? Are you sure she doesn’t have a thing for you?”
Finally, he understands what it is that I thought I heard. “Oh…oh, I get it now.” Sitting in his office chair, he wheels in so close that he cages me in. “Listen. Charlotte is supposed to be selling the Hilltop House for us. That was our previous rehab project. But she keeps coming back with more and more demands from potential buyers. Most of them are no big deal, but they’ve gotten so relentless that we’ve repeatedly told her that we’ll get a new agent if this keeps happening. The only problem is she’s the only agent in town. Anyway. We’re not doing any more changes to the Hilltop House, and I’m letting Harley be the point person with Charlotte because he was the one who wanted to work on that house, to begin with. Does that all make sense now?”
Presley thinks it over, then nods.
“And you’re not interested in her?”
“Not even a little bit.”
She stares me down, studying me to see if I’m lying.
“I don’t have much relationship experience other than high school boys. They were all incredible flirts and told me I was being overdramatic. Right up until they cheated on and dumped me. Every one of them.”
My cock jerks at the thought that this woman is jealous. But then the reality hits me. She’s been mistreated so much more than she led me to believe when we met. Presley has had no one to guide her or coach her through anything.
“You must think I’m immature and insecure,” she laughs.
“I absolutely do not. I love you, Presley.”
Her eyes find mine, and she sucks in a breath. “You do?”
I nod. “Yep. Pretty much from jump, you’ve been my sweetheart the whole time. I’m gonna marry you, baby.”
Her eyes flash. “You better not make me cry at work, you big dummy!”
I laugh and slide her onto my lap, inhaling the beautiful scent of her hair, kissing her neck so hard she squeals with delight.
Nothing makes me happier than being the right one. The one to show her how a real man treats his woman. I plan on spending the rest of my life giving her everything she deserves.
“Baby. Listen to me.” I cup the back of her neck and bring her forehead to mine. “You are the only person I see. Everyone else is dead to me.”
This makes her snort-laugh, which may be the most adorable thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“People don’t have to be dead to you. But if anyone flirts with you, just know you’ll have to bail me out of jail.”
A low growl sounds in my chest. “That’s hot.”
“Is it hot? Or psychotic?” she asks.
“I’ll show you psychotic. You acting jealous makes me want to take you home and blow your back out.”
She shivers in my arms. “I’m ready,” she whispers.
As much as I want to, that won’t be a good idea.
“I don’t want to make your injury worse.”
Presley laughs. “Last time I checked, my vagina is not in my foot.”
She’s funny. And if she’s not careful, she’ll get exactly what she asks for. “I mean,” I reply sternly, “I know, based on experience, you’ll move around too much and hurt yourself.”
“But you still want to ‘blow my back out,’ as you say.”
“More than I need oxygen, sweet cheeks.”
