Chapter 33
Well, of course. You only ever call Lena Why would your member me? Sally’s wace was cold distant. You only come to me when you need something just be before. Nothing’s changed.”
As she started to sit up. Brad suddenly reached out and danged a from hand down on her shoulder, framing her back imo the bed
Saly, he growled you were the one with a twisted mind. You framed Lena and landed yourse in prison. If you’d had even a stred of decency. maybe we wouldn’t have ended up like this.”
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My belover? That are you accusing me of When did I ever cas de ine” His band aghened threateningly on her shoulder, his whole body radiating a chilling boscling.
“Oh please.” Sally scoffed, voice dripping with stresu. Ist common kurviedge by now? Or are you going to tell me Miss Yasmin didn’t sabay YOU SO YOU CRIme craving back to your ex–wif
I didn’t come here to do anything to you Brad stored
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Panic surged through her chest. Sie raised her voice. Bad vitar do you think you’re dong Let me go right now?”
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Why fat you hate me Brad yelped in pain.
“Get out of this room, new Sally supped. Or seat time, it wont be just a line”
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Chapter 33
She crept downstairs, mindful of the sleeping household. The whole place was quiet, not a soul in sight. She didn’t turn on the lights, tiptoeing into the kitchen in near darkness.
She opened the fridge and spotted some beer–her favorite kind from years ago.
A quiet little smile formed on her lips. She grabbed two bottles, shut one side of the fridge, and was about to close the other–when a pair of dark, intense eyes caught hers through the gap in the door.
Her heart skipped. She gasped and instinctively stepped back–too fast. The floor was slick. Her foot slipped, and the beers tumbled from her hands.
But then, strong arms wrapped around her waist, steadying her. Another hand caught one of the bottles midair.
Sally looked up, blinking. Who else could it be except Jaxon?
He stood there in a black robe, the soft fabric clinging to his lean frame. Gone was the cold detachment he usually wore–tonight, his gaze was gentler, quieter.
Sally didn’t realized–the loosely tied robe had shifted in her stumble, the front part gaping open slightly. From Jaxon’s angle, he had a direct view of the curve of her chest, the shadowed valley below.
“Um, Mr. Zale…” She followed his gaze and didn’t flinch. Instead, she tilted her head and smiled faintly.
Jaxon’s brows twitched. For a split second, his thoughts scattered. Then he looked away, quickly letting go of her.
“You shouldn’t sneak around in the dark. I thought we had an intruder,” he complained.
“I didn’t want to wake anyone up,” Sally replied. She closed the fridge and casually popped open one of the bottles.
“Is that so?” Jaxon handed her the second beer. “Here.”
Sally glanced at the beer bottle, then at him. Instead of taking it, she lifted her own and lightly tapped it against his.
“Clink.” A soft, satisfying chime echoed in the quiet kitchen.
She took a sip, then smiled again. “Thanks for catching me earlier.”
They held each other’s gaze for a beat longer than necessary. Then Sally turned and walked away without another word, leaving only the sound of her soft footsteps behind.
She didn’t see the small, amused smile that pulled at Jaxon’s lips as he watched her go.
Alcohol never sat well with her. One bottle and she’d sleep like a rock.
She carried a chair out to the balcony and sat down, staring at the night sky, the bottle slowly draining in her hand. Finishing the beer, her eyes began to blur, lids heavy.
Just as sleep was about to claim her, she glanced across the yard–and spotted a tall figure leaning against the neighboring balcony railing.
“You drunk already?” Jaxon’s voice floated through the dark.
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