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Chapters (29)
  1. Outmatched
  2. Also by Kristen Callihan
  3. Also by Samantha Young
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-One
  25. Twenty-Two
  26. Twenty-Three
  27. Epilogue
  28. Acknowledgments
  29. About the Authors

She shivered when I hit a particularly sensitive spot, and I was gratified to find her arching into me. But her hand slid to my shoulder and stayed my progress. “You know Fairchild won’t give up that easily.”

With a sigh, I set her down and ran a hand over my hair. “Yeah. Fuck, I hate that guy.”

Parker fixed her pink cashmere sweater. “I do too. But it is what it is.”

“I thought I’d charm him a little, not give him a permanent boxing boner for me.”

A choked laugh escaped Parker, and she grinned. “You should be more careful with that charm, Morgan. It’s very potent.”

Chuckling, I bent my head and kissed her. “I’ll save it all for you from now on.” When she hummed in satisfaction, I eased back and met her gaze. “I don’t know how, but one day, when you’re safe from retaliation, I’m going to make sure he gets what’s coming to him.” Specifically, an ass-kicking.

She smiled wide with a spark of evil glee that I loved. “Just make sure I’m there to witness it.”

“Count on it, sweetheart.” I kissed the tip of her nose, then held out my hand to her. She took it and something inside me locked into place.

Before we headed out of the room, I paused. The phone system made a pleasing sound when I yanked it out of the wall and cracked it in my hand. Parker squeaked and laughed.

“Rhys!”

“It needed to be done.” I tossed the phone aside and grinned. “Let’s do this.”

Sixteen

Parker

For the first time, walking into a room with Rhys holding my hand didn’t make me feel like a fraud. Or that any minute someone would jump up and point at us and shout, “Aha! Stop right there, you charlatans!”

Not that anyone really talked like that in real life.

Still, despite being trapped in Fairchild’s house, I walked with giddiness in my step.

Rhys Morgan and I were now officially a real thing.

I didn’t know how it had happened or what would happen between us in the future—I just knew I had to explore it. Our chemistry could not be ignored.

Yes, I was unbelievably attracted to Rhys, more than I’d ever been attracted to anyone, but it was more than that. He was a really good man. I felt like I could trust him.

That was a huge deal for me.

He was the first guy since Theo who made me feel brave enough to take the chance on something real. The idea of walking away hadn’t even crossed my mind. I should probably be overanalyzing that and freaking out, but thankfully, there was plenty to distract me from doing so.