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Well, she is one.

After this grueling training trip, I’ll give her a few days off too.

The first event isn’t until Valentine’s, and it’s just an expo. A chance for everyone to pick up a few more sponsors before the season starts.

Letting out a long exhale, I settle behind the steering wheel and flip through my phone to my audiobooks until I find one of my old favorites.

Historical romance about a mountain man and his mail order bride. Forced together, but they fall in love.

Will that be my life?

RacingQueen: I’m heading home. I have a new book for you to read.

TheBigO: Drive safe. Enjoy it while you can, by the end of summer you’ll be living with me.

The great big balls on this man.

But heat spreads through my chest at the idea.

I don’t even know him.

Except there’s a lingering truth to the thought that I’m going to earn his kiss by then too.

How cruel is fate?

Oliver

I’m sure Brent wonderedwhy I was fiddle-fucking around, dragging my feet before I left the fairgrounds.

It’s all to make sure she got out safely.

Now that I know who she is and seeing my teeth mark on her neck made blood rush to my groin that the Sophia I knew the day before never did.

She’s mine, except she doesn’t know who I am.

When I made the comment about other boyfriends, the confusion in her bright blue eyes was genuine.

It changes everything knowing she let me in. That she puts on this big show of bravado while secretly wanting to be owned makes me want to scoop her up and lock her away.

But I think it’s more than that.

She wants someone she can rely on. To protect her.

Choose her no matter what.

It’s hard to connect the person I’ve known to the woman in the texts. They’re so different in the light of day.

Yet now that I’m looking at her with secret insight, I can see the truth.

She trusts me with her body, giving in when every piece of her publicly fights to maintain control.

Can I be that person?

With Paige, I sat back, letting her do whatever she wanted.

And it bit me in the ass.

Maybe the mistake was never allowing my own expectations?