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body, making him wonder if she was about to make a run for it. “Um, this is the first time I’ve been to your apartment and you never even talk about your work.”
    For some reason he couldn’t explain, Lucien caught himself smiling. “I drive a ferry. It’s pretty boring stuff. Other than the fact it keeps us apart way too much, there’s not much to tell.”
    Bailey shrugged; the fear in her eyes lessened a hair. “Still. Sometimes, I think we don’t know each other at all.”
    A full-blown smile exploded across Lucien’s face. She did something to him. Always had. “We’ve been seeing each other for six months. Where did you think this was headed?” Showing a hint of daring, he took a step closer. “Twenty-four weeks of sleeping in your arms every chance I get and counting the minutes until I see you again when I can’t. I don’t want to be anywhere else. Do you?” Bailey shook her head. He took another step closer. “Then tell me you love me,” he coaxed.
    To his surprise, tears filled Bailey’s eyes. “You don’t know me. Not really. It’ll break my heart when you realize I’m not who you think, and you take it all back.”
    Reaching out, he snagged Bailey’s waist and hauled her against him. “Let me worry over what I know and don’t know.” Brushing his fingers down one of the many scars lining the inside of Bailey’s arm, he added, “Maybe I’m aware of more than you think.”
    Bailey’s voice turned breathless. “Or maybe you know nothing at all.”
    Her mouth said one thing while her body said another. She loved him, even if she wouldn’t admit it. Lucien could feel it. He didn’t need the words. “It’s okay, Bailey. You don’t have to love me back, but you do have to kiss me.”
    She didn’t budge. Instead, she shook her head while staring hungrily at his mouth and making his dick beg for her attention. “No.”
    “That’s harsh. I tell you how I feel and now you won’t even kiss me.”
    Bailey’s gaze shifted, moving to hold his stare. “No. Not that. It’s not okay for me not to say it, because I do love you too.”
    Lucien had truly believed his lies up until that moment. As the words left Bailey’s lips, he recognized how much he needed them. Bailey thought he knew nothing about her. In truth, he understood more about her than any person on the planet. He was the stranger. The liar. The night he’d chosen to save her, his act had been heroic for reasons she would never understand. Not the saving her life part. In death, they’d never be apart. By not escorting her to her rightful place, he’d risked a fate much worse than death. One even he couldn’t fathom. If anyone ever learned of what he’d done or the purely selfish reasons behind it, his fate would be endless and horrible beyond understanding. Bailey loved him. Whatever happened, it was worth it.
    “I’m sure I should care about getting cleaned up and shaving my legs, but I really don’t anymore.”
    “We’ll do it later. Right now, I have this overwhelming desire to hold you.” He did. All the way through his soul, all Lucien wanted was to climb into bed and tuck Bailey into his side.
    Bailey nodded. “Take off your clothes, though. You know, just in case.”
    Lucien managed a solemn nod, even though, inside his head, he crowed with laughter. “Agreed. You know, just in case.”
    *
    Just in case lasted ten minutes. Ten minutes might’ve been a generous assessment of time. Possibly, it was more like thirty seconds, but no one was counting anyhow. Bailey was equally certain; it may have been her fault. That is, if taking his cock to the back of her throat the instant they’d hit the sheets had anything to do with it. It was Lucien’s fault. He tasted delicious. Sometimes, Bailey swore the man dipped himself in chocolate before coming to see her. When he was near, her taste buds tingled with awareness and her mouth watered. Her girlie bits begged for attention because they knew what he could