Excerpt #7

Hands in his hair, he paced the length of the room. “The nerve…He thinks he can…And that he’ll have…” He slammed his fist into the wall as if it were as soft as a pillow. The blood that sprang to his knuckles proved that it wasn’t.

I sprang to my feet. “Aiden!” He turned to me, eyes wild with pain and fury. “It’s okay.” At the incredulous look on his face, I hastened to clarify.“No, I mean, it’s not okay. It’ll never be okay that he wants me to…” I let the words die, since finishing that sentence wasn’t going to help either of us. “What I mean is, it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter. You’re the one I love and we’ll get through this. Together.” He pulled me into a fierce embrace, then held me at arms’ length for a moment. Tears glistened in his eyes.

“I love you. I’ve never said that to any woman, I give ye my oath. You’ve saved me and ruined me all at once, Lindsey MacRae.” My heart did a flip-flop at the sincerity in his voice. Everything in me screamed to stay there in his arms.

But I knew what I had to do and putting it off wasn’t going to help. “I love you, too. I’ll come right back, I promise.” His lips crashed down over mine in a kiss filled with desperation, desire, and despair. When we finally broke for air, I didn’t look up at him—knowing that I wasn’t strong enough to handle what I’d see—and left.

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