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“Shut up,” I ainst his shoulder, because he really did suy carrypiece of shit That’s why I didn’t argue when he dropped ain—or when he pushed my head do or even that third tiht, when he flipped me over onto my stomach

Suppose when you decide to end a dry spell, you ht

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I woke up feeling s as hell

Took a minute to orient myself, and another to reht with Tinker, and a hell of a night it was She was cuddled up tight right next to me, and I looked down to find her face relaxed in sleep She looked different like this—no less beautiful, butwas sexy as hell and suited her perfectly, but it also gave her a layer of separation from the world I could appreciate that

My Reapers colors did the same for me

Still, it felt good to see the woman behind the mask She was real and beautiful and just a little bit sweaty and shed, then rolled away from me to flop on her back Her boobs were still covered by the sheet, and I tugged it down slowly to get a better look in the ht Not bad Not bad at all Her tits were nice and round Not huge, but lush, and they flattened gently to the sides in a way that made it clear they were all natural

I traced a finger between the the sheet with me Her sto caught my attention

A thin, silvery line running up toward her belly button More than one They were delicate, tracing across her skin, and a thousand questions burst through me because I knew damned hat those were—almost every woman I’d ever slept ho had kids had at least a few

Stretch marks

At soiven birth

The same Tinker Garrett who didn’t currently have a child Not a hint of a child No pictures, noNo clues at all, except for the way she’d lost her shit over the fact that I’d lied about having children

Balls

I’d fucked up

Fucked up bad

“Hey,” she said, her voice soft and fuzzy She rolled onto her side, stretching unself-consciously, obviously still half asleep “What—?”

That’s the exact second she re, she reached for the covers and pulled theer clusterfuck than I could’ve iined, and it wasn’t like it’d been siet in front of the situation—otherwise she’d bolt on e in this relationship because I weighed twice asher down against the bed

“Goodher Tinker twisted her head away, scowling, because of course it couldn’t be that easy with her That was okay—she orth fighting for, last night had made that more than obvious We had soh