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A puff of air escapes him. “Fuck knows. Pete liked it though. He’ll bring it over tomorrow, at the party.”

I’m glad Pete’s here for Halo’s party.

After giving his garage to Reed, he took off for a while. He traveled to all the places he wanted to go because they reminded him of his late wife, Mimi.

When he came back, I told him he should take the glass house back and live here. Especially when this was a special place for him and his Mimi. But he said that this house was ours now, Reed’s and mine, because it brought us together.

And so it belongs to us.

I chuckle. “You know what, Roman?”

“What?”

“You’re a sucker.”

He flexes his arm around my belly before spinning me around and crowding me against the counter, his arms on both sides of my body, making a cage. “I’m a sucker.”

I tilt my neck up, my fingers clutching his sleeves at his biceps because there he is.

My predator.

The one with the glinting wolf eyes and the sparkling vampire skin.

The love of my life. My hero.

“Uh-huh,” I say. “For Halo.”

His eyes narrow. “And why’s that?”

“Because you got her a puppy.”

“And?”

“I don’t know if you know this, Roman, but you don’t have to give her everything she wants. You can say no to her.”

“Why would I say no to her when Iwantto give her everything she wants?”

He looks so outraged right now. Like the thought of not giving Halo something is offensive to him and it makes me chuckle.

It also makes me go up on my tiptoes to kiss his jaw. “That’s the very definition of a sucker actually.”

That’s when he grabs my braid, pulling my head back, making my breaths scatter. He even goes so far as to press his hard body against my soft one and sighing, I sink myself into his harsh places.

He shudders and I shiver. Something that happens every time we touch and align ourselves with each other after a long day.

Keeping a firm grip on me, he flicks his wolf eyes over my features. “You okay?”

God.

Sometimes I think he wants to kill me. That’s why he does this, doesn’t he?

That’s why even when he’s holding me captive like this, like he’s really a villain, he has to go all protective over me and ask me about my day. He has to melt me with his mean fingers and tender voice.

He used to do this, ask me about my day, look me over to make sure that I was okay, back when I was pregnant. I thought after Halo came, his protectiveness would go down a notch. But I was wrong.

He still does this.

Because pregnant or not, I’m precious to him, to my villain.