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Xan’s body had tensed more with every minute he listened. Then Caldwell insulted Sophie, making Xander’s blood boil and his fists curl tight. The only thing she could do to stop the sale was get married, and the snide bastard flat out told her he didn’t believe for a second it would ever happen, now or ever.
What
a bunch of bullshit. Xan would bet Sophie had men panting after her
on the regular, and if her relationships didn’t last, it was
probably because they couldn’t hold a candle to her raging fire.
That
wouldn’t be the case if they ever got together, at least not in the
bedroom. He would match her flame for flame until they incinerated
everything around them. He’d been on the verge of letting those
torrid images get the best of him again when the cruel words of her
uncle smacked him back to the present.
“…the
only way to acquire the trust is through a legitimate marriage.
Considering your track record with men, I think we both know what the
likelihood of that is.”
Fucking
hell! To hear him speak so callously
to a woman—his own niece—brought back painful memories of growing
up hearing his father berate and belittle Xander’s mother. It’s
why he often got involved in situations that were none of his
business. He couldn’t stomach witnessing a woman being bullied.
Xan
was going to make the tosser choke on his own words.
He
stalked out to the front door, reached up, and flicked the little
bell to signal his “arrival.” Turning around, he faced a
perplexed Kristin who opened her mouth, presumably to ask if he’d
fallen off his rocker. He held a finger up to his lips and shot her a
look he hoped would brook no argument. She simply raised a single
brow with interest.
Xan
spoke loud enough for his voice to travel down the hallway to Sophie
and her uncle. “Hello, Kristin, you’re looking lovely as ever,”
he said, walking toward the hall. “Just popping in to see my girl
after my run. Tell Billy I said hello, yeah?” Then he proceeded to
eat up the short distance to reach the office.
Acting
as though he had every right to barge in without knocking or asking
for permission, he swung the door in wide just as she was
approaching, hopefully to throw the asshole out of her office.
Sophie’s chocolate eyes widened in surprise, her red-stained lips
opening on a gasp.
“There
you are, sweetheart.”
“Xander,
what—”
That’s
all she got out before his large hands took hold of her face and he
slanted his mouth over hers for a claiming kiss. He wasn’t the sort
of man to greet his woman with a chaste peck, but rather one of
possession and ownership. One that marked her as his alone, without
question, without challenge.
Only
he hadn’t known that about himself until the moment his lips
touched Sophie’s.
Mine.
So fucking mine.
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