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No one but Jack knew.
No, everyone else was better off far away from me. I’d even tried to give up my family, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
The night wind whipped at my T-shirt, and tried to tug my hair free of the knot at the back of my head.
Was Tarryn safe? Had they picked up another man?
What if that man was like me?
I could call her now. I honestly didn’t think either of them would be disappointed to hear from me, but avoiding them had seemed like the better idea from the moment he’d handed me the card. Instead, I found myself worrying about her, wondering if she’d managed to keep herself out of trouble. She was in my thoughts far too much for my own comfort.
Was I being obsessive? Was this different from when I’d fixated on my brother’s spouses? Severin had invited me into his family, and I had overstepped.
Valor had invited me into his woman’s body, though. It was different, wasn’t it? Maybe she thought about me, too.
No. I would leave them alone.
When I got back to the parking lot, the wind had picked up again. Debris cartwheeled along the asphalt, tumbling like a troupe of inept acrobats. A flier hit the driver’s side door, a wet corner briefly sticking to it. My eyes caught a word as the wind tried to rip the page free, and I grabbed at it, catching it between two fingers as nature tried to snatch it away.
I scanned the page for the word that had caught my eye.
Davenport. It was a common enough name. I’d probably imagined it.
No. There she was.
Rose Red’s Tarryn Davenport.
She was signing at a fan convention tomorrow. Tarryn was an actor? No one had mentioned that to me, and I hadn’t thought to search the internet for her or Valor.
Would there be any harm in going? Thousands of people would probably be there. I could look at her and leave.
Just one more glance.
I popped open the glove compartment and sorted through my ID. It was supposed to prove to the world that Loïc Leduc was real, but he and his ID were nothing but a lie.
The business card had nestled itself between my driver’s license and my French passport. In the unhelpful glare of the overhead light, I examined every inch of the expensive bit of stationery, as though I hadn’t memorized everything right down to the odd way Valor shaped the number four.
I could pick up the phone and call her right now. It was late, but I could always leave a message.
The problem was, if I did call Tarryn, how was I supposed to know whether she was honestly happy to hear from me? Over the phone, I could read her voice inflections, but without her expressions it was only telling me part of the story.
She would be polite, even if my call was unwelcome. Better to speak to her in person at some point, and be as sure as possible that my attentions weren’t unwelcome.
As for Valor? My feelings there were complicated. Dominating him had been as much of a thrill as the fights I used to pick with strangers. Maybe I would kill him. It would make stealing his wife’s affection easier, especially if she didn’t find out I was the culprit.
Did I want to kill him?
There, my desires got muddled.
Calmer now, I drove home.
In the shower, I allowed myself to contemplate it again. Under the cold spray, my mind drifted.
I thrust into him over and over.
My cock?
A knife?
