Macy:
The second the dogs loaded up and my ass hit the leather of my truck seats, the shaking I had fit so hard to control took over with a vengeance. I hit enter on my laptop, erasing my presence from Devour tonight. Knowing that footage would be the first thing he looked at the second I walked out.
I put the truck in drive and pulled out of that parking lot, feeling like I had made the biggest mistake. I was sure he was the correct answer until the muscular boy that pinned me against that office wall and stole my breath away with one kiss walked back into that same office, a buff, tattooed force to be reckoned with.
I went back to the house. The elevator ride up to the plush bed should have been calling me and my tired boys, but instead, it was mocking me.
I stepped in, tearing the
