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Fate had found me and kicked me in the stomach--hell, she’d just tossed er

He’d said"Youbut the tattoohairDax Blay?"

He grinned with a cockiness that now seemed all too familiar "You can call me Dax Or Sex Lord Or Daddy Whatever floats your boat"

I inhaled sharply How had I been so stupid?

Hurt lodged in my throat; not that I wasn’t used to his ser and pain fro back to the surface like a newly opened wound

Don’t let him under your skin

I slapped hih that

He gritted his teeth, gave lare, and lifted his hand to touch his cheek "You were supposed to not be angry"

"Why aren’t you back in Raleigh where you should be?" My fists clenched

"Why aren’t you with stuffy old Hartford?" he snapped right back His eyes flicked to er and then bounced back to my face "Aren’t you supposed to berandom men?"

"Ah! You kneas ain, you’ve proven I’ve always been a gaht cut so deep not even the tequila could dull it

"Girls love ames" His insinuation made a thousand memories bombard my brain

Me

Him

Us

Seventy-two hours in a small bedroom

Kisses Beautiful, wonderful, endless kisses

Love Lust

And then--devastation

Darkness

"No snappy comeback, Re arrows from them, I’d have landed several in his crotch My eyes touched there and then quickly darted away, but obviously not before he noticed

His lip curled "You still like what you see? Once you’ve had Dax, you never go back"