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best.” Danica was saying. Her expression serious now, those eyes softer. “You know that.”
    Lea pursed her lips and nodded. She didn’t want to have this conversation in the middle of the library. “I know, Danica. I . . . I need to get back to work now, though, okay?”
    Danica waited a beat, then nodded. With a hug and a last lingering look, she clomped out of the library, the buckles on her motorcycle boots rattling.
    Lea took a deep breath and then turned back to shelving books. She ran her fingers over the worn spines, smoothing peeled tape.
    She knew she deserved the best. But the problem was she didn’t trust anyone to give her the best. She’d dated, sure, but she was like a cat. Everything always had to be her idea—where they went, what they did, how soon they kissed and slept together.
    Which was why she dated . . . meeker men. Beta men. Not alphas or aggressors like Max. She didn’t want to have to fight for control. She wanted it all.
    Max challenged her. Made her feel out of control. Not just his size but his domineering personality. And yet that’s what drew her to him, attracted her, made her wonder if she could get her hands on that attitude and that flesh and mold him . . . oh shit .
    She shook her head and slammed another book on the shelf. Screw Max with those warm eyes and big body and perfect smile. Screw him.
    She’d never let him get the upper hand. Ever.
    S H E F I N I S H E D S H E L V I NG the returns and leaned heavily on the cart as she wheeled it back to the front desk, where her cousin sat.
    As an only child, Lea always looked at Nick Lawrence as her brother. He’d been adopted by her aunt and uncle as a baby, and looked nothing like the rest of her brunette family, with his bright blue eyes and thick mop of honey-blond hair. But she liked to think he was the sweetest of all of them.
    Nick was three years younger and had attended a different school district from hers, but they’d always remained close. They hadn’t planned on attending college together but it seemed natural when Nick applied and received his acceptance.
    Getting a job together in the library was done on purpose.
    Now, Nick sat behind the counter, head propped on his palm. His face was pale and he gave one weak cough.
    His eyes narrowed as she approached. “Are you telling me Max still thinks I’m your boyfriend?”
    Lea’s steps faltered. “What?”
    “I’d really prefer not to be caught in the crossfire between whatever the hell is going on with you two.”
    “Nothing is going on, Nick.”
    He raised his eyebrows. “Denial isn’t just a river—”
    She pointed a finger in his face. “Do not finish that sentence or I’ll throw you in a river.”
    Nick didn’t look concerned. “I’d love to see you a) find a river and b) try to throw me in.”
    “You’re being a pain in the ass right now.”
    Nick sighed. “Look, Stone’s a good dude, but Payton is bad news.”
    Lea ground her molars. Why did everyone feel the need to warn her? To protect her? Like she didn’t have a brain and couldn’t see or hear Max. Or judge him based on her own experiences.
    “I really don’t need a lecture—”
    Nick held up his hand. “I know. You would probably chew him up and spit him out before he got your last name—”
    “He already knows my last name—”
    “ Anyway , I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m not trying to warn you. I know you can take care of yourself around guys. Just stating a fact.”
    “Okay, but what about him is so bad? He likes to sleep around? He’s a jerk? I mean, what? And doesn’t he get a shot at being able to change?”
    Nick’s eyes softened and his gaze traveled over her body, resting on her hips where he knew ink marked her skin beneath her clothes. She’d used a fake ID at sixteen. That was a rough period in her life which she’d come back from. Changed.
    She stood before Nick as proof of it. And he knew it.
    “I guess . . .”
    “No, honestly. So because he