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I’m going to catch whoever’s responsible for touching my wife. I breathe through the rage burning through my veins and kiss the back of her neck, promising, “I’m going to take my time killing them.”
Chapter 26
Misty
I twist my hair, doing my best to capture the stray strands in my pale pink claw clip. Damon’s oversized gray sweatshirt engulfs me, leaving only the bottom four inches of my dress exposed around my thighs. It’s hard to picture him wearing something so casual, even though the thick, structured fabric screams expensive.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door. I can’t avoid what happened last night forever. I’m sure he has a million freaking questions that I don’t want to answer, but I owe him some kind of explanation. Something tells me he’ll see right through me if I try to lie.
His back is to me when I come out of my room, giving me a few extra seconds to take him in. Damon’s dressed in an expertly tailored black suit, the long sleeves concealing the evidence of his vibrant tattoos beneath. He’s pinned his phone between his shoulder and speaking to someone low enough I can’t quite make out what he’s saying.
“The man is practically a work of art at this point,” I grumble under my breath.
He spins and spots me, and I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks. There’s no way he heard that.
“I’ll call you back,” Damon says into his phone before disconnecting so fast I doubt the person on the other end had time to respond.
“How are you?” he asks me, voice low and soft like he’s afraid I’ll startle if he pushes too much.
I hate it. I hate that he’s already looking at me like I’m breakable.
“Fine. Shouldn’t you be gone?” I bite out a little too harshly and instantly regret it.
His head cocks to the side as his eyes roam over me, assessing.
The worry in his expression vanishes, and he gives me a cocky smile. “Now, now, wife. Don’t tell me you want to get rid of me?”
He’s standing there wolfishly, daring me to respond.
“Not for another…” I pretend to look at a watch on my wrist. “Roughly another three hundred and sixty days, give or take.”
There’s a pang in my chest at the reminder this all has an end date. When did I grow so attached?
A muscle in his jaw ticks, and I don’t think he’ll respond until he says,“You are surprisingly unfunny, dear wife.”
I huff out a laugh, happy the moment’s broken, but he cuts in before I can respond.
“I wanted to see you before I head to work since you’ll be starting at the Everette Tower today.”
He’s oblivious to my confusion as he explains my new office location while simultaneously making a latte. It’s only when he turns to hand me the drink that he spots my expression.
“What?”
I robotically take the coffee. “But I already have an office.”
“Yes,” he responds slowly as if looking for the catch. “But you’ll need to be there since that’s where I’ll be.”
“Can’t I just email you?”
“You are my personal PR person. I’m planning PR things. You’ll need to be close by.”
“You know that’s not true, right? I can just stay at the Bruins building.”
His brows pull low over his eyes. “Unless you want me to trade half the team, you’ll be coming with me today.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Exactly. So, we’re agreed. You’ll be coming to my office.”
