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  1. Forever Never
  2. Lucy Score
  3. Contents
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  59. Epilogue
  60. WANT MORE?
  61. Author’s Note to the Reader
  62. About the Author
  63. Acknowledgments
  64. Lucy’s Titles

That he had.

“If I did anything that upset or hurt you, Remi—”

“You’re still trying to find something wrong with it,” she scoffed. “Can’t you just sit with the fact that we did something amazing and wild and wonderful together?”

“I’m not sure if I’m capable of that.” The purple satin had a streak of wet in the very center. He wanted to go to sleep with his face pressed against it.

“I just need you to understand a few things. First, whatever we do together is exactly right. I can hear your distressed inner monologue about striking a woman and leaving a mark—”

“Did I mark you?” He was appalled. Mostly. There was also a small, ugly part of him that wanted to see it. Wanted to be proud of it.

“Focus, Brick,” she said, snapping her fingers to get his attention. “I’m saying what we did together was consensual and really fucking great.”

“So you didn’t mind…” What was he supposed to say? Hey, Remi, you didn’t mind being bent over a table and taught a lesson? How about when I pinned you to a bed and fucked you so hard I saw goddamn stars?

She dropped her knees open and leaned forward. The damn sweatshirt obscured his view of her pretty purple underwear.

“I loved it. I want more. But you have to know all the facts before you decide you’re up for more.”

His dick was ready to agree to anything. It didn’t care about the facts.

“Jesus, you’re not married, are you?” The very thought of it filled him with a possessive rage. He’d hunt down the man who’d tried to lay claim to her and destroy him.

She rolled her eyes. “No!”

He relaxed.

“It’s worse than that,” she said.

“Fuck. Remi. Just tell me. Put me out of my misery so I can get on my knees and bury my tongue in you before I make you ride me while the sun comes up.”

She opened her mouth, then closed it again. “Uhh.”

It was his turn to snap his fingers. “Focus. Talk.”

She looked up at the ceiling and took a breath. “Okay. But maybe we could cover up your chest acreage so I could focus?”

On a weary sigh, Brick grabbed the knitted throw off the back of the chair and covered up.

“Better?”

“It’ll have to do. There’s more to the story about the accident,” she began.

31

January 30

A few weeks earlier

She’d chosen the floor-length emerald green dress and gold filigree earrings because they made her feel as far away as possible from the rough-housing teenager her hometown knew her as.

But as she’d wandered the concrete floors of the gallery, admiring her own paintings, she realized that inside, she still felt like the same girl. The same giddy, wild girl in search of her next adventure. That next adventure was now.

While her smarmy yet somehow charming agent, Rajesh, schmoozed long-distance buyers—or ordered prostitutes—on his phone, Remi gave herself a few quiet moments alone with her paintings.