“Sabrina,” he says, voice low and raw.“I know I screwed up.I know I hurt you.But I swear to God, I want to fix this.Not just the case.Us.”
I swirl what’s left of the wine in my glass, avoiding his gaze for a moment too long.
“You’re intense, you know that?”
“I just know what I want.”
“You make me feel like I’m spinning and falling and anchored all at the same time.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Bad?No,” I whisper.“But it’s terrifying.”
He nods.“For me, too.”
I look up at him—my bodyguard, my liar, my maybe-something-more—and for the first time all day, I don’t feel like breaking anything.
Instead, I take another bite of pizza.
“Okay,” I say softly.“One more chance.”
His brow lifts.“Yeah?”
“But,” I add, “if you lie to me again, I will knee you so hard you’ll be tasting your own balls for a month.”
He grins.
And I can’t help it, I grin back.
Because maybe, just maybe, all men are liars.
But not all of them are hopeless.
And some—a precious few—might even be worth forgiving.
Chapter14
Ego
She doesn’t realize it, but when she saysone more chance, it doesn’t land like a warning—it lands like grace.
A fucking miracle, wrapped in cheese and dipped in red wine.
I don’t grin.Not right away.I can’t.I feel it too deep in my chest to wear it on my face.
My Angel’s giving me another shot, and I don’t take that lightly.
I take a slow breath.“You won’t regret this.”
“You’re damn right I won’t.Now, are we getting dessert?”
“You can have anything you want, but for me, you’re the dessert, Angel.”
Her hazel eyes glitter green and gold in the dim light and she leans forward mouth parting, and goddamn I want to see her like that, crawling to me on her knees.
Then she whispers, “You.Wish.”
There she is.
