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Total pages in book: 27
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Betsy and Ink are hosting a Fourth of July barbeque for all of the Iron Shadows members and their Littles.

Betsy is stressing herself out getting everything ready. While Autumn and Brody get themselves into a small bit of trouble.
And so do Baron, Royal, and Zippy.

Fireworks, friendships, and the Fox.
What can go wrong?

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FOX, BRODY, AND AUTUMN

What face should a person wear to a Fourth of July BBQ?

Hmm, should he be a pale blonde? Maybe with a crooked nose? Or should he go darker this time, perhaps with a streak of gray in his hair? Or use one of his more known disguises?

The Fox heard a sound from behind him. Turning, he saw Brody standing just outside the room.

“Pup, what are you doing in the shadows?” he asked. “Come here.”

His baby should never hide.

Brody practically skipped his way into the room, tripping over a table leg. The Fox quickly got up and grabbed him before he could fall.

He gathered him close, breathing him in. His need for Brody and Autumn never seemed to wane. If anything, it got stronger every day.

Strange for a man who’d always believed that he was incapable of love.

“Be careful, Pup,” he scolded. “You’re going to hurt yourself, and then you won’t be able to go to the barbecue.”

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for us to go?” Brody asked in a quiet voice.

“You don’t want to go?” he asked, confused. Brody and Autumn been asking to go to this picnic at Ink and Betsy’s house for weeks now.

So he thought it was what they wanted.

“I thought you liked fireworks. And food. And friends. And picnics. Don’t you like those things?”

“I do,” Brody replied. “But I don’t want to go if it puts you in danger. That would just be selfish.”

His sweet boy was always looking out for everyone else. But didn’t he know that the Fox would never do anything to put his Pup or Bunny in danger?

And there was no one who could go up against the Fox and win.

“Everything will be fine,” the Fox reassured him. “I’d never let the two of you go if there was any risk.”

Brody nodded but he still looked a bit nervous, so the Fox cupped his chin with his hand.

“Hey, if you don’t want to go, then we won’t go,” the Fox reassured him.

“No,” Brody said. “It’s not that I don’t want to go, I do. I just would never want to lose you.”

“You won’t ever lose me,” the Fox told him firmly. “And if I thought there was any risk, then none of us would be going. So leave the worrying to me. That’s my job.”

“Well, I think we get to worry about you too.”

“Hmm. Let me think about that.” The Fox shook his head. “No, you don’t. That’s my job. So stop worrying. Right now.”

Brody rolled his eyes and the Fox tightened his hold on his chin.

“Are you rolling your eyes at me, Pup?” he drawled. “Now that seems like a naughty thing to do, doesn’t it? If you’re going to insist on worrying, perhaps I need to distract you.”

Brody swallowed heavily and for the first time looked slightly nervous.

As he should be.

The Fox sat back in his chair and widened his legs, then he pointed at the floor between his feet.

“Kneel here, Pup,” he ordered.

Brody kneeled between his feet and gazed up at the Fox who cupped his chin once more. The Fox ran his thumb over Brody’s full lips and then pressed it into his mouth running it up and down his tongue.

Desire filled Brody’s face.

The Fox didn’t believe in luck. He believed that if you wanted something, you did whatever it took to get it.

Which is exactly what he’d done when he’d decided he wanted Autumn and Brody.

He’d made it happen.

And now they were his.

Forever.

“Now, you know it’s my job to worry about the two of you and not the other way around. So the fact that you keep arguing with me must mean that you need some attention.”

Brody tried to shake his head but the Fox had a firm grasp on his face so it only moved around half an inch.

“No? You don’t think so?” the Fox asked. “Maybe I should give you a spanking for doubting my ability to look after us all.”

Brody’s eyes widened and he made a noise of denial.

“Perhaps I should put your mouth to another use? That’s not a bad idea. It will help you calm down, won’t it? I know what you need.”

Brody’s shoulders dropped and hunger lit up his eyes. The Fox congratulated himself for working out what his Pup needed. Not that there was ever any doubt in his mind that he would. He was awesome at this Daddy Dom stuff.

And he knew exactly what his Pup needed at all times.

“Undo my pants and pull out my cock,” he commanded.

Brody’s hands were trembling slightly as he did as ordered and he fumbled a bit with the Fox’s cock as he drew it out. He stared down at the Fox’s dick for a long moment before glancing up.

“What next, Sir?” he asked.

“Lick your tongue across the head,” the Fox ordered. Jesus, his balls were already tight and ready to explode just from watching Brody glide his tongue over the head of his dick.

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Avery is speeding up a mountain, running from the gangster her own father sold her to, when a blizzard runs her off the road. Expecting to freeze to death in the wreckage, she instead finds herself staring up at Rourke, a hulking, tattooed ex-CIA operative twice her age. He drags her out of the snow and carries her back to his hideaway. What happens next is something neither of them expected, and neither can walk away from.

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AVERY

Ice, hail, and wind that threatens to blow my car over.

Even with the windows up and the heat on max, the windows are freezing up, and my body is turning to ice. Why, oh why, did this storm have to happen today?

“Goddamn you!” I scream, pounding the steering wheel. “Fuck you, Dad!”

I know he can’t hear me. I’m miles away from his house now. But I can’t keep the words back. I mean, what kind of father sells his daughter to a gangster to pay off his gambling debts?

“Rot in hell, scumbag.”

This is not how today was supposed to go. I had a nice night planned for myself. A new cozy mystery with a nice mug of tea and the entire evening to myself. Then the news came.

I’m sorry, honey, but I’ve got no choice. That’s what he told me. The audacity. No other choice? How about, uh, going and working off your debt? Or maybe not being such a degenerate in the first place? I really hope we can still maintain some kind of relationship. I do love you.

Yeah, I’m going to maintain a relationship with my father who sold me off like a dressage horse.

I smiled, nodded, and listened as he told me that Damon Vale’s men would be coming in a half hour to pick me up and take me away. Then, when he went back downstairs to drown his own personal sorrows in a bottle of scotch, I grabbed his car keys, stole his car, and headed up the mountain.

No storm’s going to stop me.

I grab my scraper again, and keeping one hand on the wheel, go to work on the ice that’s building up on the inside of the windshield. It works for shit. The glass is curved, and so is the scraper, so all I end up with are streaks that I can barely see out of.

Suddenly, my wheels slip and the car starts sliding. I choke out a gasp as I grab the wheel, hold it straight, and let off the gas. Just like they taught me in driver’s ed. And like they said, the car stops sliding just before I pitch off the side of the road and over the edge of the cliff.

“Wow, okay. That was close.”

My heart’s going a mile a minute, which is how fast I’d like to be going right now. Away from my dad’s house, away from Damon Vale, and out of this godforsaken storm.

My fingers are so cold I can barely feel them. I didn’t have time to grab a pair of gloves when I ran out of the house. In fact, I didn’t have time to grab anything. I’m wearing a pair of flats, some skinny jeans, a T-shirt, and my faux-leather jacket, which is absolutely not qualified for winter.

You’re not going to freeze to death, I tell myself sternly. You’re going to start a new life. Somehow…

As I round the next turn, there’s a brown flicker through the glass. In the space of a heartbeat, I realize I’m about to run over a baby deer. Panic takes over, and I yank the wheel to the right just as it jumps in the opposite direction.

The car spins and slides right toward the snow bank. What happened to my cool, calm, and collected driving habits?

I scream a death rattle as I hurtle toward a massive tree protruding from the ice. I yank the steering wheel hard the other way, but it’s no use. The impact nearly takes my head off.

My nose slams into the steering wheel, and I hear the windshield shatter. Glass rains down on me, followed by a torrent of hail and snow. I groan as my vision darkens. There’s a sting on my shoulder, and I feel something hot and wet dripping down on my leg. Opening my eyes, I manage to peer through the blur and see blood.

“No, not like this…”

Somehow, I manage to get out of the seatbelt. The driver’s side door is missing, and I spill out onto the frozen ground.

I have to get away, I tell myself, forcing myself to my feet. I won’t be sold. I won’t.

My head is spinning, and my mind goes to the miserable excuse of a life I’m leaving behind. If I die now, no one’s going to miss me. Not my mother who abandoned me at thirteen, not my dad who just tried to sell me off. I don’t have a boyfriend. I’ve never had one.

I’m twenty years old, I’m leaving behind no friends and no family, and I’m going to freeze to death on the side of the road without ever having known a man’s touch.

Like a tragic poem, I think sadly as I fight my way through the snow, larger and larger chunks of hail beating against me like marbles.

I gasp for breath, and the cold air burns my lungs. My right foot slips, and I plunge into the snow. I try to get up, but I can’t. It’s too cold, my muscles are frozen, and I’m losing blood.

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Advertisement Century (Redline Kings MC #12) Read Online Fiona Davenport http://www.books2020.com/century-redline-kings-mc-12-read-online-fiona-davenport Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:16:44 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/century-redline-kings-mc-12-read-online-fiona-davenport Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Virgin Authors: Fiona Davenport Series: Redline Kings MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Levi “Century” Wharton built his reputation on lightning-fast custom builds and stayed far away from drama. Until Saylor Everett walked into The Burnout, and he mistook her for her evil twin.

As soon as he realized his mistake, Century knew the pretty teacher was his. But when her sister stirs up dangerous trouble, Saylor gets pulled into the crosshairs. Century will do whatever it takes to protect the only woman who’s ever made him want to slow down

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CENTURY

The neon sign over The Burnout glowed red through the humid Crossbend night. I parked my bike near the front, killed the engine, and sat there for a moment while the familiar noise of the place spilled through the door. Music thumped low from the jukebox inside, with enough bass to rattle the bottles behind the bar if Fury had the system cranked the way he usually did.

The place belonged to the Redline Kings MC and my club brother. Fury ran it like an extension of himself, which meant it was public enough for locals and racers to drink there, but everyone who walked through the door knew whose turf they were stepping onto.

I’d come by to drop off the keys to Fury’s motorcycle. He’d brought it to me earlier in the week after complaining that the throttle response felt off, which was Fury-speak for “I’m trusting you with my baby. Don’t make me say that out loud.”

The bike hadn’t needed much, just some fine adjustment, a little custom work on the intake, and a few tweaks because Fury liked his machines the same way as his bar—loud and not friendly to idiots.

I worked on custom bikes at The Pit, the garage owned by the club. I built the shit people remembered—especially my custom paint jobs. Customers who wanted something no one else had usually ended up in my bay sooner or later.

Inside, a scarred bar stretched along the right wall. Chrome stools lined the counter, pool tables sat beneath hanging lamps toward the back, and racing memorabilia, club photos, busted helmets, bent rims, and parts of wrecked cars mounted like trophies covered the walls. It was the kind of place where races were celebrated, grudges were buried if everyone was feeling generous, and new ones started if someone had more mouth than sense.

Fury was behind the bar when I walked in, wiping down the counter with a towel. When he saw the keys dangling from my hand, his mouth curved up. He looked like the kind of man people crossed the street to avoid, which was convenient since he usually preferred it that way. The regulars knew better than to make trouble in his bar and outsiders learned quick. Anybody short-sighted enough to disrespect a brother, an old lady, or our colors either apologized fast or found out how hard pavement felt when Fury helped them leave.

I tossed the keys onto the bar in front of him. “She’s done.”

He caught them before they slid too far and turned them over in his hand, his thumb brushing the worn leather keychain. “You fix the hesitation?”

“Yeah. Cleaned up the throttle response, adjusted the intake, and corrected the timing issue you kept pretending wasn’t there.”

His brows lifted slightly, but his mouth twitched because we both knew he hadn’t fooled me for a second. “Bike was fine.”

“Bike was annoyed you were neglecting her.”

He huffed a laugh and tucked the keys into his pocket. “You spend too much time sweet-talking machines.”

I shrugged. “Machines listen better than people.”

“Can’t argue with that.” Fury jerked his chin toward the taps behind him. “You staying for one?”

I should’ve headed back to the garage. I had a custom build waiting, three customer calls to return, and a parts order that Gauge wanted me to double-check before some supplier tried to charge us for imported bullshit that wouldn’t hold up under real speed. But a beer sounded damn good.

“Yeah.” I slid onto a stool near the end of the bar. “One.”

Fury poured a pint and set it in front of me. “Famous last words.”

“I’m not an overeager prospect trying to prove I’m not a lightweight. One means one.”

“Half the people sitting at my bar say that before they start making bad choices.”

“Half those assholes have poor impulse control.”

Fury barked a laugh. “And the other half lies.”

I shook my head, my lips tipped up in amusement before I took a drink. The beer was cold and felt good going down my throat after being out in the humidity that was always around in late August in Florida. A couple of brothers were playing pool near the back while a group of young, local racers argued over a replay on one of the big screens mounted over the far wall.

I was halfway through the beer when trouble walked up wearing too much perfume and stumbling slightly in high heels that didn’t belong in a place like this. Her body was poured into a short, tight dress that was low enough not to even pretend to be subtle. She probably would’ve attracted plenty of men but did absolutely nothing for me except make me wary of the fact that she was drunk, swaying, and headed straight into my space.

“Hi.” She drew the word out as she slid onto the stool beside mine without waiting for an invitation. “You’re hard to miss.”

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Advertisement Cord (Cuddle a Cowboy #2) Read Online Mia Brody http://www.books2020.com/cord-cuddle-a-cowboy-2-read-online-mia-brody Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:16:30 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/cord-cuddle-a-cowboy-2-read-online-mia-brody Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Insta-Love Authors: Mia Brody Series: Cuddle a Cowboy Series by Mia Brody
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I did a very crazy thing for a very logical reason.

Mira

My cheating groom thinks I don’t know he’s only marrying me for my fortune. But I’m going to publicly humiliate him, and it’s all thanks to the Cuddle a Cowboy auction.

See, I rented a hot cowboy for seventy-two hours. He’s supposed to object to my wedding because he’s madly in love with me. Everything is going according to plan until he takes my groom’s place.

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I guess I should tell the crazy cowboy we’re legally married now.

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It was supposed to be simple. Object to the bride’s vows, claim to be in love with her then…take the groom’s place and marry her. Actually, scratch that. The last part wasn’t supposed to happen at all.

Now, she’s trying to slip away quietly and take the honeymoon solo, but this cowboy isn’t letting that happen. Nope, this is our honeymoon. And I’m going to spend it convincing my new wife to fall as madly in love with me as I am with her.

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Chapter 1

Mira

“Chicken nuggets for everyone! My treat!” I announce as I nudge my best friend, Ronnie, and point to the local fast-food restaurant.

She sends me a tight smile as her twins Brock and Branson high five in the backseat. They’re five, and they don’t realize their mom lost her job. I’ve offered her a position at my company twice now, but she’s too stubborn to take it. She insists she’ll hear something good any day now.

We place our order then park in the lot next to the restaurant. It’s an old, faded hardware store. The kind of mom-and-pop place that slowly dies because the big businesses around it can offer more competitive pricing and a larger selection of products.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of the kids happily munching their food in the backseat while Ronnie squints at her cracked phone screen. “The final alterations to your dress were finished, and the flowers are still scheduled to arrive on time.”

“You make a great wedding planner,” I tell her, trying not to think of my upcoming nuptials. I dunk a chicken nugget in my honey mustard, careful to avoid dripping on her car interior. She wouldn’t notice or care. She only cares about the boys since the day her husband abandoned her, leaving her to raise the twins on her own. The woman has a spine of steel, and if I ever see her ex-husband in our city again, I will break his face for breaking her heart.

She chuckles, but there’s no mirth to the sound. “Maybe if the j-o-b hunt doesn’t work out, I’ll do that. Did I tell you I applied for one on a f-a-r-m?”

The boys are obsessed with horses, so there’s no way she’s getting them excited about it until she knows for sure. Everything is about them now, and she’s never once complained. She’s carried on in that unflappable way that’s completely Ronnie. Still, I don’t want her thinking about the job search. She’s under enough pressure. “Have you given any more thought to what I asked?”

“What I want for my birthday?” She glances toward the back seat to see if they’re listening. They’re busy arguing over who gets the green toy. It’s their favorite color, and there’s only one green toy. “I want something fun to ride. Like really rugged and tough. You know, something to make me tingly.”

“Or someone,” I point out with a giggle.

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t have time for someone. Besides, marital bliss is not in the cards for me like it is for you.”

I shrug and toss my trash into the paper bag at my feet, my diamond engagement ring glinting in the late afternoon light. My stomach twists at the sight. I can’t deny that lately something has felt “off” between me and Stuart. It’s not something I can put my finger on. Just a general sense of apprehension. Maybe it’s anxiety like my therapist suggested. “I can’t believe I’ll be Mrs. Stuart Dean by this time next week.”

“And drinking something fruity in Kauai by the hotel pool,” she says.

I open my mouth to ask her if she ever had doubts before her wedding.

“It’s mine, stinkyhead!” Branson yells, and it’s clear we’re only seconds from an all-out brawl in the backseat.

Ronnie calls both of their names in what she’s termed her “strict parent” voice, and they pause long enough to pay attention to her. “If you boys want us to get the lumber to fix the broken step on the treehouse ladder, then I expect you to behave.”

Brock tries to object, but Ronnie sends him a look, and the four of us go into the hardware store in search of the wood needed for the treehouse. Ronnie built it herself last summer with the boys. There’s nothing she can’t do when she sets her mind to it.

I follow the three of them through the store while Ronnie clutches her list and talks to herself under her breath about the repairs her place needs. They’ve already turned down another aisle when my phone dings.

I pull it from my purse, frowning when I see it’s not a text message from my dad. I half expected him to text me about that new legal contract I reviewed yesterday. Another brand wants to partner with us, and they put some sneaky language into the contract that could negatively impact us.

Together, my dad and I run a company called Molly and Milo, a nod to my own Jack Russell Terriers who inspired me to create a blend of dog food that’s healthy and satisfying for dogs. Three years ago, the brand went viral and now the company is growing like crazy.

The notification isn’t from my dad though, and it’s not a message from Stuart either. No, this is a notification that the camera in my bedroom has been turned on by the motion sensor.

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What’s worse than getting caught with your hand down your pants?
Getting caught by your controlling boss.
On his prized pool table.
Moaning his name.

Prime Spadaro is the worst boss in Philadelphia.
Arrogant, demanding, dangerous, and so gorgeous it should be illegal.
He’s a notorious playboy with a famously busy bedroom.
When he blackmails me into house sitting on my weekend off, I decide to get even by defiling his precious million-dollar felt.
It’s going great until he comes home early.
And he sees everything.
I’m ready to quit, change my name, and flee the state.
Instead of firing me, he gives me one last chance and an insane new task:
Find him a wife.
Fine. Easy. I’ll marry the handsome monster off, take my double salary, and finally be able to afford my sick father’s care.
Except he hates every woman I choose.
And on his wedding day, Prime walks away from the arranged bride…
Because the wife he wants has been holding the clipboard all along.
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CHAPTER 1

DEANNA

Ihate my boss so much that I’m going to defile his precious pool table with my naked body.

I shouldn’t even be here right now. This was supposed to be my long weekend off. I put my request in over a month earlier and Prime (yes, that’s his real name) approved it without so much as glancing up from his phone (probably scrolling through an endless list of needy hookups).

Now, instead, he calls me up last second and essentially says either you house sit for me or you’re fired.

I didn’t even want to take this weekend off, is the thing, but it’s my dad’s birthday tomorrow morning and my mom really struggles around this time of year. I still remember the parties she used to throw for him full of friends, coworkers, acquaintances, and other random guests they gathered like stray kittens. There was food, dancing, drinking, at least a few broken objects and stained carpets, and kids running all over. I loved those parties and she did too, but now it’s like none of that ever happened, and I think she’s still grieving it.

All of that’s to say, my boss is an asshole.

But he’s a particular type of asshole.

Rich, arrogant, confident to a fault, and absurdly handsome. There’s a reason he’s got a black book thicker than my mattress. For whatever reason, when he takes a woman home, she’s always desperate to do it a second time.

It’s a little pathetic, but the man’s got to be packing a magic dick or something.

Which is why I’m up on his pool table, top unbuttoned, legs spread, eyes screwed shut, thinking about the time I caught him mid-fuck six weeks back during a work retreat.

I’ll admit the whole pool table thing is dramatic and weird. Why not stroke myself off anywhere else? Somewhere more private instead of right in the middle of his massive game room on the ground floor of his huge south Philly house? Prime loves this stupid thing. It’s apparently made from thousand-year-old Italian trees and the top is Greek slate and a million virgins were sacrificed to bless its felt and the pockets are sewn from the leather of a mystical dragon, or whatever. He told me all about it once and I’m absolutely, positively sure he’d hate it if he knew I was doing this, which makes it so much sweeter as I stroke my fingers up and down my slit, eyes closed now as I pull back that now familiar memory.

Six in the morning. That’s the part I still can’t get over. I knocked, heard nothing, and went into his room to make sure he hadn’t choked on his own booze-soaked vomit. I figured I’d find him asleep and hungover and I’d have to usher him into the shower and get him presentable for the breakfast meetings we had scheduled a couple hours.

Instead, he was awake. Very much awake. And entertaining not one beautiful blond woman, but two.

I let out a soft moan at this part as I sink my fingers in deeper and begin to work my clit. It was that first moment, before they realized I was there. Prime was sinking his cock deep into one of the women, her sweat-slicked body grinding against him as he slammed roughly into her pussy, her pleasure screams like she was about to die.

The other stood in front of him, her leg over her shoulder, her fingers buried in his hair as he held her ass to keep her balanced. His mouth slurped and licked and ate her pussy, and her eyes were rolled back in pure ecstasy, her moans as incredible as her friend getting the best fuck of her life.

I moan, spreading my legs wider. The pool table’s felt really is soft as fresh cut summer grass. I stroke faster, back arching at the memory of the way he easily pleasured these two sinfully gorgeous women.

Back in the room that morning, I couldn’t move. I froze in pure shock, horror, and awe. The woman he was fucking started gasping, almost shrieking as an orgasm rippled down her spine, her tanned skin turning bright red and flushed with exertion. And as she finished, he pulled himself from her revealing the biggest, pussy-slick cock I’ve ever seen outside of porn videos. She collapsed onto her belly, gulping for air, and that’s when he essentially shoved the other girl down onto her back and sheathed himself inside her with a feral snarl of pleasure.

I feel him now on the pool table, slamming into me, sweaty and growling, his muscular body covered in scars and dark tattoos, looking like a demon made for a woman’s sin. I’m that girl on my back, another woman’s orgasm coating Prime’s dick, and not caring at all as he fills me over and over, pinning my hands above my head as I’m powerless, dominated, riding the sweet edge of bliss.

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Advertisement Exception to the Rule – Palate Teasers Read Online Dani Wyatt http://www.books2020.com/exception-to-the-rule-palate-teasers-read-online-dani-wyatt Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:15:53 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/exception-to-the-rule-palate-teasers-read-online-dani-wyatt Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Authors: Dani Wyatt Advertisement

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Have you just ever wanted to tell the world to f*ck right off?
After sneaking out, again, and coming home drunk…again, my billionaire stepfather sends me to a Mediterranean island under the watchful eye and hard hand of a man I come to know only as Daddy.
Between the crashing surf, the isolated room and ‘nurses’ that tend to my care, it’s clear the only way out of this is through it. There are rules…and punishments. Oh, and did I mention ‘Daddy’ is the hottest, calmest, sexiest man this side of the deep blue sea? But, even under his stern stare and stinging hand prints, I know I’m safe.
Maybe safer than I’ve been in my entire life.

A nefarious contract has given him ownership of me. But, just when I am starting to trust, everything unravels because it turns out, this Daddy is also…my uncle. Step-uncle but still. Unpack that. Nothing is as it seems and throwing myself into the surf starts to sound like the perfect way out.
Daddy thinks otherwise

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Chapter 1

Sebastian

I've killed men with my bare hands. Burned down buildings with people still screaming inside.

But sitting in this chair for the past hour, watching my eighteen-year-old step-niece sleep while blood pounds steadily to my cock is the most depraved thing I've ever done.

She’s a brat, I’m sure, even with her childish nightgown and pink cheeks. Even the worst of them look innocent and sweet in their sleep.

I let my eyes drift downward to the floor, shaking my head as I focus on a single quarter-inch scuff mark on the tip of my black wingtip, battling the urge to call for my valet and replace this soiled pair with a new one without blemish.

That obsession with detail, with perfection, with control… It’s what I do here. I train young women in the art of submission and obedience.

It’s not as gratuitous as it might sound. I use my powers for good, even if they don’t see it that way.

At first.

Larissa is my next rehabilitation project. She’s my brother's stepdaughter, shipped to my private island in the Mediterranean because, according to him, she's too wild, too defiant, too much trouble for his carefully constructed empire where everyone serves a purpose.

Everyone is a means to an end.

My fucking little brother, Hoover. If it weren’t for the promise I made to my father on his deathbed, I’d have killed him years ago.

I made two promises that day: to watch out for my little brother, and to take revenge on the men who murdered my dad.

The revenge was easy, even if it led to my exile here. But Hoover was a bastard back then, and he’s a bastard now, and if there’s anyone in this world who deserves to die, it’s him.

I quoted him triple my usual fee. She may be family, but that term carries zero weight in my world.

No attachments. No exceptions.

The girl in this bed means nothing to me. She’s a job, nothing more.

The relentless thickening of my cock tells me I'm a liar. Why do I keep circling the thought that she is the most beautiful creature ever to cross my path? The idea of shredding that fabric covering her body with my teeth gnaws at me relentlessly.

She stirs with a whine, a delicate hand lifting to shield her eyes from the light, and I lean forward in my chair. The air seems to evacuate the room as sunlight streams across her shifting form under the white sheets.

This is it. The moment I find out what color they are.

Blue.

No. Not just blue. That word is too simple, too pedestrian for what I'm looking at. These aren't blue eyes. They're the color of deep open water miles from the coast, of shadows bleeding into dusk, of every fucking shred of beauty and decency I’ve spent ten years in exile trying to forget. Rich and deep enough to drown in, with flecks of black gold catching the sun streaming through the window behind me.

Dust motes dance in the shaft of Mediterranean sunlight cutting across her bed, turning her dark hair to bronze where it catches the light. Her lips are full and lush, deep pink in contrast to her creamy skin.

She looks ethereal in this sparse, white room. Untouchable.

The room I've put her in isn’t exactly a cell.

White walls. A bed with hand-spun Egyptian cotton sheets. A single brown leather wing-back chair where I sit. A bedside table with a crystal water pitcher and glass.

The floor is polished Carrera marble, staying cool even in the hottest of months here. Through the window behind me, the Mediterranean sparkles, all azure water and endless sky.

There's no handle on the inside of the door. No phone. No mirror she could break into a weapon.

Or use to harm herself.

Just luxury, and the man sitting between her and the only way out.

A gilded cage for a defiant bird.

As many have been before.

But she’s unlike any of them. I harden in a way I haven’t in years. Barbaric thoughts pound at my temples.

Mine. The contract tells me so.

And something in my gut keeps telling me something else.

I’m fucked.

She groans, her lithe legs lengthening under the sheets, and the sound she makes goes straight to my dick. She’s five foot two at the most. Maybe a hundred pounds. Likely less.

A burst of hot jealousy floods my veins, thinking of my staff snatching her from her bed last night.

They were touching her and looking at her with lust, I’m sure. I want to call them to my office, sever their hands, remove their eyes—

As I work through the bloody consequences of their actions, she does something I don't expect.

Her hands fly to her face, eyes pinned on the ceiling, fingertips pressing into those wide, doe-like eyes, then…

She laughs.

Not a chuckle. Not a tentative giggle. A bold, knowing guffaw.

"Of course," she exclaims, her hands flying upward then back down to press the tips of her index fingers above her eyebrows. "Of fucking course."

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Advertisement Fractured Promise (Where Promises Lie #1) Read Online Ivy Layne http://www.books2020.com/fractured-promise-where-promises-lie-1-read-online-ivy-layne Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:15:42 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/fractured-promise-where-promises-lie-1-read-online-ivy-layne Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Suspense Authors: Ivy Layne Series: Where Promises Lie Series by Ivy Layne
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She chases answers. He guards secrets. Until their worlds collide in fire.

True crime podcaster Sylvie Calloway made a name chasing justice for forgotten women. But when her investigation into a quiet data analyst ends in a car bombing—and her camper van goes up in flames—she barely escapes with her life. Her only lead brings her to Sinclair Security—where she finds more questions than answers, and a man who swore he’d never work with a civilian… until walking away from her became impossible.

Eli Bishop has been on edge since his team lost their mentor under mysterious circumstances. Sylvie’s case links back to that disappearance, and the last thing he wants is a civilian complicating the investigation. Except Sylvie is nothing like he expects—sharp, fearless, too stunning to ignore—and the more she pushes back, the more he wants her by his side… and in his arms.

Forced into an uneasy partnership, Sylvie and Eli dig into a trail of lies, power, and buried crimes. Every answer brings them closer to a dangerous conspiracy—and to each other. As enemies close in, they realize the case is bigger than one murdered woman…

And someone will kill again to hide the truth.

She’s a target.
He’ll burn the world down to protect her.
But first—they have to survive the fire.

Fractured Promise is a standalone romance with a happy ending. It's the first book in the Where Promises Lie series, set in the world of Sinclair Security

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Chapter One

SYLVIE

Don’t leave us hanging, Sylvie — when is the next season coming out?

Istared down at the comment on the post for the latest episode of my podcast, my finger hovering over the screen on my phone. I debated whether to respond. I loved talking to my listeners on social media, but I hated letting them down. And the truth was, there was one episode left of my current season, and I had no idea when the next season was coming out. I’d thought I had a plan, had felt the story taking shape in my mind, but the more I investigated the murder of Emily Shaw, the more questions I had. So far, I’d found very few answers. I scrolled away from the comment, removing the temptation to give a vague promise about soon.

Usually, I loved nothing more than diving into a cold case, hoping I could uncover something new and find answers for the dead and their families. I’d been intrigued by the first reports I’d found of Emily Shaw’s murder—a car bomb in suburban Knoxville—and further interested by the way she’d disappeared from the news as quickly as the unusual story had hit. Too quickly.

Murder was my bread and butter. I paid attention to the rhythms of the media. You could learn a lot from the way things were reported, and this one was pinging my radar. I’d dug in—and was getting nowhere.

I sat back in my chair, feeling unusually claustrophobic in my van. Normally, the compact living and working space felt snug and comforting. Today, everything felt like it fit too tight. I got like this when I was frustrated. Restless. I’d come to Atlanta following a lead, and that lead had thrown up a stone wall.

Another message illuminated the screen of my phone: Only one more episode left of this season. I can’t take the suspense.

That one made me grin. I led a solitary life, pretty much a one-woman show, but my listeners always made me feel like I was part of something bigger. Maybe because I’d started out as one of them. I’d been a true crime junkie since I was a kid, sneaking books off the shelf at the library. Aside from hiding my reading material from my mother, I’d been a rule follower back then. A good girl fascinated by darkness, by serial killers and criminals. In my real life, I dotted every I and crossed every T, got straight A’s, and was respectful to my elders, but I couldn’t quench my curiosity about those who walked outside the lines—and those who tracked them down and brought them to justice.

The second I discovered podcasting, I’d given up my books for endless episodes, digging into the minutiae of unsolved crimes, listening to shows that followed the crime all the way to conviction. I was captivated, but had the single worst day of my life not happened, I probably would have spent my entire life being the good girl, listening to my murder podcasts, and not doing anything about the stories that haunted me.

Being a good girl couldn’t save me from being in the wrong place at the wrong time. A life shoved brutally off course had turned into something new. I hadn’t planned to spend my life in a camper van chasing justice for murdered women, but the woman I’d become didn’t see any other path. I’d never get the justice I needed for myself, but I had a shot at getting it for someone else. Even then, filled with grief and a need for justice, I never thought about taking up the microphone myself.

Not until Carol Stevens.

Five years ago, I’d come across her case in a compilation episode of one of my favorite podcasts. Carol Stevens had been working the dinner shift in a restaurant; she’d had the job for a few years, knew most of the customers, was close with the staff. One night, she picked up her purse, changed her shoes, and walked out through the kitchen, waving good-bye to the line cook still cleaning the grill. The door was propped open to the parking lot, lit by a single streetlight that Carol had carefully parked beneath.

The line cook had watched her open the door to her car and lean down to get in before he’d turned back to the grill. When he looked up again a few minutes later, Carol’s car was still there, the door hanging open, her purse on the ground beside it. Carol was nowhere to be seen. Her body was found three weeks later, less than a quarter mile away, in a drainage ditch.

I didn’t know what it was about Carol Stevens’s case that got to me. Maybe it was that I’d waited tables to put myself through college and I knew what that was like—feet aching at the end of a long day, sweaty, the grease of the kitchen on my skin, my stomach growling, wanting nothing more than a hot shower and an equally hot meal, desperate to put my feet up and not feel obligated to smile at anyone for at least a few hours. I remembered what it was like to walk into that empty, dark parking lot. The way I, too, had always been careful to park under a light, as if that would protect me. The way the scuff of a foot on asphalt would have me spinning around in alarm.

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Advertisement Hate You Love You (Kingmakers Prep #1) Read Online Lucy Darling http://www.books2020.com/hate-you-love-you-kingmakers-prep-1-read-online-lucy-darling Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:15:27 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/hate-you-love-you-kingmakers-prep-1-read-online-lucy-darling Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Insta-Love, Sports, Virgin Authors: Lucy Darling Series: Kingmakers Prep Series by Lucy Darling
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Madeline Pearson didn’t come to Kingmakers Prep Boarding School looking for trouble. She came to survive senior year after losing everything.

She definitely didn’t come looking for him.
Luke Locke is the school’s golden hockey boy with a mean streak—arrogant, untouchable, and used to getting what he wants. When Madeline refuses to back down from him, the boy who never chases starts chasing. The girl who trusts no one starts wondering if she could.
But Luke isn’t the only one that has their sights set on the new girl.
Now Luke isn’t so untouchable anymore. He has something to lose.
A dead woman in a boathouse. A secret that vanishes before they can prove it. And a school where power protects the powerful, no matter what they’ve done.

Now Luke and Madeline are the only ones who know the truth—and the only ones who can untangle a web of corruption, obsession, and murder before the wrong person takes the fall. But the closer they get to answers, the harder it becomes to ignore what’s happening between them.

Some secrets get you killed. Some get you ruined.

And some? Some change everything

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Chapter One

MADELINE

Iadore my sister. She is all the family I have left. Not that we ever had a big family. It’s been only us and our father for years. I don’t remember our mother. I’m uncertain if that’s a good or bad thing. With how my father was, it made me think it was for the better.

My father had two modes: working or drinking. It was always those two. It was why I enjoyed hanging out with him in his mechanic shop. He was levelheaded when he was there and had a hard rule about not drinking on the job. Ultimately, he broke that rule, and it took his life.

The man had been right: Drinking in the shop leads to injuries. Did he manifest his own death in the end? I’d even pondered if it was truly an accident. I mean, a car falling on you is a hell of a messed-up way to go, but it appeared to have been an accident. If my father wanted to kill himself, that’s how he’d make it appear. We’ll never know.

Not sure why he couldn’t wait one more year, but maybe the pain was too unbearable anymore. I’m not mad at him. What good would that do?

“I’m glad you’re smiling, but you’re going to hurt my feelings,” my sister Paislee teases.

“I shouldn’t be smiling.” I try to school my features, but the last month has been filled with sadness. The smiles aren’t coming like they used to.

“He would want you to be happy.”

I nod, believing her. I know my father loved me. It was just hard for him to stare at the girl who was turning into a woman that could be his wife’s twin. In the end, he loved my mother more than anyone else. Again, not mad about it. If anything, I feel sadness for him, but it does make me question the idea of falling in love. Why would anyone? Shit sounds brutal, and life is already that way enough on its own. It doesn’t need extra help.

“Excited to see Georgia.” I saw her a few weeks ago. Her parents were nice enough to send a car out to her so she could come to the city for my father’s funeral. Normally, I spend the whole summer in Charming with my sister. I have for the last couple of years. She lives and works here. That’s when I met Georgia.

We come from two very different worlds, but we simply clicked that first day we met. Now we don’t go a day without texting each other. Sometimes I slip a phone call in there too. She teases me about it, but I know she enjoys our conversations.

“She’s excited to see you too.” Paislee glances over, giving me a warm smile.

We’ve got a handful of years between us. We never went through that whole sibling rivalry battle other siblings talk about. It could be because we’re good together or my sister chooses not to argue with me. I’d guess it’s a bit of both. She is always about making everyone happy. Too much, in my opinion, but that’s her way.

That was part of why I pushed her to take this teaching position at Kingmakers Prep. My sister needed to get away from both my father and me, or she’d spend her life parenting when she should be living. It took me a while to convince her, but finally I got her to agree.

“I still can’t believe you pulled this all off.” My sister was going to put in her resignation at Kingmakers Prep until the dean made her an offer she couldn’t refuse when he showed up at my father’s small funeral.

Dean Locke said I was welcome to attend my senior year at Kingmakers Prep if my sister agreed to stay on. I was floored by the offer. It’s one of the best schools in the world. It’s a boarding school. Ninety percent of the students live on campus. Yes, campus, because the grounds are vast and there are multiple buildings. The place runs almost like a college. Hell, if you graduate from Kingmakers Prep, you can go to any college you want. It opens you up to so many opportunities that can be life-changing.

I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up. I might not be stupid, but I’m not a protégé, which is what a lot of the people that go to this school are. They are either wicked smart, good at hockey, or come from a family whose name holds weight. I am none of those things.

“Dean Locke is”—she pauses—“nice.”

I snort a small laugh. “Are you sure about that?” She did not sound confident in her own opinion of him.

“He is,” Paislee insists. “I mean, he can be hard.”

“Hard, you say?” I wiggle my brows.

“Maddie.” She rolls her eyes at me, but her cheeks turn pink. Well, shit. Is she into him? He does have striking green eyes, but that’s about all I can recall of him. “He would not do that with an employee. As I was saying, he can be a hard man, but he’s fair.”

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Advertisement Hot Bodyguard Summer – Sunbreak Harbor Security Read Online Logan Chance http://www.books2020.com/hot-bodyguard-summer-sunbreak-harbor-security-read-online-logan-chance Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:15:12 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/hot-bodyguard-summer-sunbreak-harbor-security-read-online-logan-chance Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Suspense Authors: Logan Chance Advertisement

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Sunbreak Harbor is all sun-kissed sand, yacht parties, and salty breezes—until the Hawthorne brothers arrive with one follow the trail that might finally lead to their missing father.

Jace Hawthorne is supposed to blend in.

Easy. He’s got the charm, the smile, and the kind of confidence that makes trouble look like an invitation.

Then she becomes his assignment.

She’s smart, stubborn, and way too visible in a town where everyone’s watching… including the person who wants her gone. Suddenly Jace is playing bodyguard in board shorts, keeping her close through beach crowds, midnight marinas, and the kind of heat that has nothing to do with summer.

The closer they get to the truth, the more dangerous Sunbreak Harbor becomes.

And the more Jace realizes the biggest risk isn’t the threat stalking her—

It’s how fast she’s turning his “temporary” into mine.

One safe house. One too-small bed. One hot bodyguard summer…
and a man who will burn the whole coastline down before he lets her be taken.

summer fling that isn’t a fling • forced proximity • one bed • protector hero • flirty banter • “stay behind me” • found family brothers • high-stakes suspense • swoony HEA

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1

Jace

I lean against the warm hood of my black Jeep Wrangler, arms crossed over my chest, watching the front door of the neat two-story house in one of Halo City’s quieter suburbs. The sun’s beating down hard, turning the asphalt into a shimmering mirage, but the salty breeze rolling in from the coast a few miles away keeps it from being unbearable. Even here in the middle of the city, you can still smell the ocean if the wind is right.

I check my watch again. She’s running late. Or maybe she’s inside debating whether to climb out a window and make a run for it. I wouldn’t put it past her after everything Anniston told me about her big sister.

The front door finally swings open. Sadie Wells steps onto the porch, dragging a sensible rolling suitcase behind her like it has personally offended her. She looks exactly like the third-grade teacher Anniston described and somehow even better in person: neat blonde ponytail, crisp white button-down shirt tucked into khaki pants, sensible flats, and a glare sharp enough to cut glass.

She stops at the top of the porch steps when she sees me. Her eyes narrow behind her glasses as she takes in my board shorts, faded black T-shirt, sunglasses pushed up into my messy hair, and the easy grin I’ve got locked in place.

“You must be Jace Hawthorne,” she says, voice clipped and professional. “The bodyguard my sister insisted on sending. Banks’s brother, right?”

I push off the Jeep and stroll toward her, keeping my smile friendly and relaxed. “Guilty as charged. Jace Hawthorne, at your service, Miss Wells. You ready for a little involuntary trip to Sunbreak Harbor?”

Her grip tightens on the suitcase handle until her knuckles turn white. “It’s Sadie. And no, I’m not ready. I have lesson plans due next week, and a very normal life here in Halo City. I don’t need a babysitter because my little sister decided to play hero with dangerous people.”

I stop at the bottom of the porch steps and look up at her. She’s smaller than I expected—maybe five-five on a good day—but she carries herself like she’s six feet tall and armed with a ruler. Cute as hell, too. The kind of pretty that sneaks up on you when she’s scowling like this.

“Anniston doesn’t strike me as the overreacting type,” I reply, keeping my tone light. “And considering someone tried to put a knife in her recently, I’m going to trust my brother’s judgment on this one. You’re important to your sister. That makes you important to me.”

Sadie’s cheeks flush the tiniest bit, but she lifts her chin higher. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I have conditions before I get in that Jeep with you.”

I raise an eyebrow, fighting a grin. “I’m listening.”

“No flirting. No calling me sweetheart, darling, or any other cutesy nickname. No treating me like I’m some helpless damsel you need to charm into compliance. I’m a grown woman with a career and responsibilities. I’m here because my sister is worried sick, not because I want to be your summer project.”

I can’t help it. I grin wider. “No flirting? That’s going to be tough. I’m naturally charming. Doctors say it’s a medical condition. Very serious.”

She gives me a flat, unamused stare that could wilt steel. “Try harder.”

I hold up both hands in surrender, still smiling. “Fine. Professional mode activated. For now. But I’ve got to warn you—I’m very good at my job, and part of that job is keeping you safe and sane. If that means making sure you actually relax a little while you’re stuck with me in Sunbreak Harbor, I’m not apologizing for it.”

Sadie huffs a short laugh that sounds more like disbelief than amusement. “You’re ridiculous.”

“So I’ve been told. Frequently.” I step up onto the porch and reach for her suitcase. She reluctantly lets me take it. “Come on, Sadie. The sooner we get on the road, the sooner we can get you settled in a safe house by the beach instead of standing on your front porch where anyone could be watching.”

She follows me down the steps, arms crossed tight over her chest. As I load her suitcase into the back of the Jeep, I catch her glancing around the neighborhood like she’s saying goodbye to her normal life.

I open the passenger door for her with a small flourish. “Your chariot awaits, Miss Wells.”

She climbs in without a thank you, spine straight, hands folded neatly in her lap like she’s heading to a parent-teacher conference instead of protective custody.

I slide behind the wheel, start the engine, and pull away from her house in Halo City. The moment we hit the highway heading north toward Sunbreak Harbor, the city skyline starts shrinking in the rearview mirror. The salty ocean breeze blows stronger through the open top of the Jeep as we leave the concrete jungle behind.

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Advertisement In Love with My Secret Husband – Wrong for You Read Online Marian Tee http://www.books2020.com/in-love-with-my-secret-husband-wrong-for-you-read-online-marian-tee Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:15:00 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/in-love-with-my-secret-husband-wrong-for-you-read-online-marian-tee Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Authors: Marian Tee Advertisement

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The hockey MVP everyone adored had a secret. Her name was Laina, and he’d been hiding her for seven years.

She sat in Section 308. Row 14. She bought her own ticket to watch her husband play because he never gave her one.
She introduced herself as a “friend.” She practiced the word in the mirror until it stopped making her cry.
She wore his ring on a chain under her shirt. She moved to the guest room when he stopped noticing she was there. And when she finally accepted that the man she married would never say her name out loud…
She looked him in the eye and told him she didn’t love him anymore.
It was the first lie Laina Blackett had ever told.
And the last one Troy Barrymore would ever believe.

In Love with My Secret Husband is a fast-paced, marriage-in-crisis, second-chance romance featuring an alpha billionaire hero who doesn’t deserve his wife, a heroine who loved him anyway, obsessive possession, heartbreaking angst, an epic grovel, and a guaranteed happily ever after

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Chapter One

THE BATHROOM MIRROR was bare.

Troy stood in front of it the way he stood in front of it every morning. Hands on the counter, jaw tight, the overhead light catching the scar above his left eyebrow where a puck had split the skin in the 2019 playoffs.

The mirror was large and expensive and completely empty. No gold star stickers in the corners. No tiny adhesive residue where they used to be.

She had scraped every one of them off, but he hadn't noticed they were missing. Not when the first one disappeared. Not when half of them were gone. He only noticed now, a full week after his wife had sat across from him at dinner and said, quietly, that she needed to talk.

He hadn't even looked up from his phone. Sure. Next week.

That was what he always said when Laina needed something that required him to stop and be present. Next week. After the season. When things slow down. Except things had finally slowed down. He had retired six months ago. Twelve seasons, a championship, three MVP awards, and he had walked away from all of it because he thought it was time. Time to be the husband he had never been. Time to make things right.

Instead, everything had gone wrong. And meanwhile his wife had been peeling gold stars off his mirror one by one while he brushed his teeth beside her and didn't notice.

Next week was today. And the mirror was bare.

He brushed his teeth. Rinsed. Dressed. Went downstairs.

And stopped.

Laina was in his kitchen.

She was wearing his old practice jersey, the Waymakers one with the torn hem that she'd stolen out of his closet so many years ago he'd stopped looking for it.

Her hair was up in the knot she slept in, the one that listed to the left and shed bobby pins like a tree shedding leaves.

She was holding a mug he had never seen before, something white with red letters. Her thermos, the one that said Mrs. B on the bottom, the one she had used every single morning of their marriage, was washed and put away in the cabinet.

The cabinet was still open. This was another thing about their marriage that had never changed. Laina always forgot to close cabinets, and unfortunately, it was one of the few things he had been able to do for her as a husband.

A man who had one of the most successful hockey careers in history, and with more money than he would ever be able to spend in several lifetimes...

And that was one of his crowning achievements as a husband.

Closing cabinets behind his wife.

Something on the counter caught his eye, and his jaw clenched. Divorce papers. Next to her staff badge.

In the corner of his eye, he caught Laina jerking, her back turning ramrod straight. It was a familiar posture. Something he had noticed over the years she would do when she was terrified. When she was about to check the online results of an exam. When she was about to read something she wasn’t sure would be good or bad.

And now...

His soon-to-be ex-wife could only be scared of one thing.

And that was him.

The knowledge had his chest tightening as he finally turned to look at her.

Her chin was up and her shoulders were back and her hands were wrapped around the mug so tightly her knuckles had gone white. She looked like a woman who had practiced this in the bathroom mirror for a very long time.

He watched Laina square her shoulders. And then she started...babbling. Not talking. But babbling. Because his wife was now afraid of him.

"I rented an apartment. It's near campus. Two bedrooms. And the lease is month-to-month so it's flexible."

She stopped. Her throat worked. Her body shaking in ways that one could and couldn’t see. And the only reason he knew this was because he knew her.

He knew that the babbling was armor, rehearsed and polished, all the facts in a row, square footage and deposits and lease terms delivered in the same bright, rapid voice she used at parent-teacher conferences when she was explaining to a father twice her size that his child had bitten another student.

He knew that even though she was babbling now, it wasn’t for lack of practice.

Because his wife...

She would make a good athlete, actually, because she was a big believer of practice.

So he knew she had practiced for hours before this, but because she was now terrified of him, her husband...

She had ended up babbling while telling Troy about this new life that she intended to start without him.

“I don’t foresee any problems—”

A better man than him would have eased her burden by telling Laina that it was okay. That she didn’t have to try so hard. Because he got it.

Too bad for her, though, Troy was not a better man.

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