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WILLOW
Oh damn.
Hot, hot damn.
I’d never had a guy mess with me like this before. With Jett Markle, I was able to put up a wall or compartmentalize, especially since he was a suspected drug runner. Some kind of psycho-babble explanation for not letting a man in. Sure, it stemmed with the f****d-up childhood I had. Maybe I had daddy issues. Or maybe I never had any good example of love from the Carps. I’d had the opposite, using a rotating horde of foster kids not to support and care about but to line their pockets and get free labor on their ranch.
Later, when dating men, s*x was okay, but not relationships. I never sought a connection. Never wanted one. Hell, never felt one. With anyone.
Until now. Until Rob Wolf and his dark gaze. His stern tone. His f*****g protective streak a m
