“Jesus. The man must have been on a mission to leave a mark on every inch of my body.”
Shaking my head, I giggled.
Then just as quickly, I sobered, my hand drifting to my belly.
He hadn’t used a condom this morning.
Jesus. What if I was pregnant?
After we’d both realized how caught up in the moment we’d gotten and the monumental mistake we’d made, he promised he was clean.
Thank the Gods for that, but that didn’t prevent pregnancy.
“How could I be so stupid?” I groaned. I was twenty-five and knew better.
But as I stood there with my hand on my belly, I remembered the way he’d looked at me this morning, his green eyes dark as he’d pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re mine now, baby. You know that, right?”
Was it really that easy in his world? You met your person, and then BAM, you were just… together?
No games.
No dragging it out.
Just—hey, I want you. Let’s do this thing.
Weirdly... I liked the idea of that.
No second-guessing. No wondering where I stood.
Shaking my head, I pushed the thought away. There was no reason to freak out. I’d do the responsible thing and go into town and get a Plan B.
Pulling on a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a white tank top, I didn’t even bother with a bra.
I’d make my run into town and zip right back.
Jogging down the steps, I rounded the corner into the kitchen and came to a shuddering stop.
“Jesus!” I pressed my hand to my chest. “What are you doing in my house?”
Reggie looked up, his jaw tight, eyes narrowed to slits. “The better question, Sweetheart, is what wereyoudoing at the Saint’s Outlaws compound last night?”
My brows pulled together. Was he serious? We were divorced. Had been for over a year. I didn’t answer to him.
“That’s none of your business.”
Something dark moved behind his eyes, and then he surged out of the chair.
Before I could even wrap my head around what was happening, his hand was around my throat, and he was slamming me against the wall.
“No!” I croaked, clawing at his hand.
“I can smell him on you,” he snarled.
Then, like the bastard he was, he cocked back his arm and let it fly, his fist smashing into my face.
White hot pain exploded across my cheek at the same time black spots danced in my vision.
“You whore!” he roared, using the deathgrip he had on my neck to throw me across the room.
