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470 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 10, 2021
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I mean, what did I really think was happening here? I had a long-lost twin sister who lived like every bit the princess to my completely stereotypical pauper? That shit only happened in movies.
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“I’m sorry, okay? Sarcasm is my default setting. My therapist says I use it as a coping mechanism when I get flustered.”
A dressing suite. I had needed to ask for clarification on what that even was. Apparently it was when your closet was big enough to have its own room and seating area.
Staying busy to avoid unpacking an emotional suitcase was my normal plane of existence.
Seriously, these girls put the itch in bitch. The longer I was around them, the more my skin felt like it was crawling.
His eyes were brimming with amusement. “I had no idea you were a cuddler.”
My eyes narrowed. “Uh, you were clearly on my side of the bed.”
“You have a side now?” His head tilted quizzically. “Damn. You spend one night and—”
“You know what I meant!” I interrupted.
“I’m not leaving Maddie,” he said firmly, his fingers tangling with mine. My breath caught as he drew them to his lips and kissed the back of my hand.
“I think I created a monster,” he chuckled, shaking his head.
I looked him in the eye and smiled slowly. “Maybe I was always a monster. Maybe I just needed another monster to show me the way.”

“You’re mine, Maddie,” he said quietly, solemnly. “And I told you; I protect what’s mine.”
A strangled laugh loosed from my chest. “How very caveman of you.”
'I was too old to let it phase me the way it had when I was a kid who lived with a lifetime of broken promises. My whole life was a broken promise. Or maybe it was just plain broken.'
'I glanced down to see a glass bottle of water in the cupholder behind the center console. Who bottled water in glass? Was plastic too pedestrian? I tried not to fidget, but the urge to run my hands across every surface in this vehicle was killing me.'
“Madison, last night was …” He trailed off and shook his head, before rubbing the back of his neck with an impish smirk.
“God, I’m going to love corrupting you, baby.”
“Ash isn’t into needles. His is the smallest. It’s on his shoulder. Court’s is on his ribs.”
“And Linc?”
He tipped his head back and laughed at a distant memory. “His is right above his dick.”
My brows shot up as a laugh burst from me. “Seriously?”
Ryan grinned. “Yeah. He lost a bet, and Court got to pick the place he got the tat.”
“Stop looking at my cards!” Bex snapped, shoving Linc’s shoulder so he backed off.
He gave her an innocent look. “I wasn’t trying to see your cards, B.”
She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Oh, no? Then what?”
“I was looking down your shirt,” he replied nonchalantly with a shrug.