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“Then tell me why you left in the first place, all those years ago.”

“I can’t tell you that either.”

“Which leads me to believe that they’re connected. Am I right?”

“How could you possibly make that connection?” I put a little pretentious disbelief into my voice, hoping he’ll second-guess his instincts. It doesn’t work. I should have known better.

“You may have hardened on the outside, but I’d bet my life that you’re still the soft-hearted woman I fell in love with. You wouldn’t hurt anyone unless there was a good reason. Unless someone was in danger.”

He slides the pizza into the oven and faces me with a look that has my blood turning to ice.

“That’s what it was. I can see it in your eyes. Someone threatened you,” he states, like he’s Sherlock freaking Holmes. I flick my gaze to the far end of the room, not wanting to give myself away anymore. “No, not you. Your family. Someone threatened your family.”

“Lennox, please, drop it.”

“You didn’t leave me, you left to help your family.” His words are soft, causing a lump to form in my throat. I hear him move before I allow myself to watch him. The first touch of his hands on my face has a sob climbing up my throat. Tears are pooling in my eyes.

“Tell me, Katrina. Tell me that you didn’t leave me because you wanted to. All these years I thought…I thought the worst. I couldn’t find you.”

“Lennox,” I choke out, turning my head away to try to dodge his hands, but they hold me tighter, demanding I look at him. “There’s no use bringing up the past. It’s done. Over.”

“We’ll never be over.”

His thumbs push at the underside of my chin, tipping my face upward. Our lips are only a few inches apart. I fixate on them as my breathing slows. My body is drawn toward him and my hands tangle themselves in his shirt. I’m not sure if I want to pull him closer or push him away.

Whichever we choose, both options lead to danger.

Either to my heart, or to the man who has always protected me.

“Tell me what happened,” he whispers, his warm breath hitting my face.

“No,” I say even as my body screams yes.

“I have ways of making you talk.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“You’re right. I wouldn’t. But there are other ways.” Then his lips whisper-kiss down my neck, before pressing into the delicate skin. Making all rational thought leave my head.

CHAPTER 8

LENNOX

I slowly lean in so she realizes what I’m doing. I press my lips to her neck, right below her ear. She sighs, tilting her head, letting me know she wants more. I’m more than happy to oblige her.

I trail kisses down her neck and back up. A small moan leaves her. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve heard in years. I can’t control my cock. It’s been hard since we had our stare down in the hallway.

She was hurt and confused, but I couldn’t help my reaction to seeing her again. To having her only feet away from me instead of unknown miles.

“Tell me you want this,” I whisper against her skin. “Words, Katrina. I need them.”

“I want this, Lennox. Yes, I want this.”

That’s all I need to hear. My hands trail down her neck, over the swells of her breasts, past her waist and under her ass. I grab her and lift her up onto the counter. Her eyes widen at the sudden move but a cunning smile spreads across her face.

I grunt, pleased when her legs wrap around me and pull me toward her. I barely feel the sting of the counter cutting into my stomach when Katrina takes the lead and leans forward to continue our kiss.

The smooth feel of her lips is familiar, bringing back sweet memories of a young couple, stupid in love. Yet, there’s a harder edge to her kisses now. A frantic energy like if I don’t touch her, she’ll burst into flames.

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