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“Okay,” I tell her as I watch her retreating back When I hear her bedroo look

“You’ve got quite the burr up your butt,” I tell hie, I pull out a carton of eggs and start cracking six of theure that will feed him and me nicely

“So she apologized, huh?” he says, and by the tone of his voice I can tell without hi what she said that he doesn’t buy a word of it

“Profusely, and forme nuts”

“What didn’t she apologize for?” he inquires

“She wasn’t sorry for coht,” I ain, because technically I don’t have the right to be mad about that

I don’t technically have room to be jealous

Beating the eggs givesfurther, so I put some muscle into it

That is until Bishop’s hand cla comes to a dead stop He stares at ain,” he says in a low voice filled with the proht to be mad about it, Brooke No ht now I’m yours, and no one should touch what is yours”

The feeling that sweeps throughshort of euphoria, but much more intense than joy, tempered onderical to believe I’ at him stupidly

His face softens and his lips curl into a tiny smirk He leans in, presses a kiss to my mouth, and releases me

I have no clue what just happened, but I start whisking the eggs again until they’re light and frothy Grabbing a pan from a bottom cupboard, I set it on the stove to preheat and head back to the fridge for some butter

“Are you going to let her stay here like she asked?” Bishop asks me as he settles onto a stool on the other side of the kitchen island