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kind of man Conrad was. He was a narcissistic, violent, cold animal. By that time, he had worn me down with equal parts kindness and emotional debt, but it was too late.

    “I never loved him, you know. Not really. I guess I loved him for what he did for me, but I was never in love with him.”

    Kyle didn’t answer for a while. “If you didn't know about all the bad shit, why didn't you fall in love with him? He was rich, handsome, and powerful. Hell, I could’ve fallen in love with him.”

    Laughter came from some dark place inside of me. I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to. The gravity of the situation was just too much. Kyle and I knew each other backwards and forwards, but apparently, he could still surprise me.

    The dumbfounded look on his face only made me laugh harder. “I’ll tell you why I never fell in love with Conrad, you sick idiot. I never fell in love with him because I never stop loving you.”

    Kyle looked like my words had bitch slapped him around. I thought his jaw would fall off. I guess it was his turn to be confused.

    “You really didn't know, did you? We never said it to each other, but I felt it every single day we were together.”

    “I know you chose him for money, but I thought there were other reasons, Celeste.”

    “Like what?”

    “Like you didn't love me. Like you just knew that it was never going to take off. I felt it too, you know. Maybe if I had said it earlier, you wouldn't have…”

    Shaking my head, I blinked away the tears and threw myself at Kyle. He laughed as my weight pushed him back into his car. I squeeze him tight like we were on the back of his motorcycle and it was like the year apart never even happened. I felt like a fool, but in the best way possible. My heart raced, and all of the terrible things that happened were gone, at least for the time being.

    Kyle’s kiss was as powerful as I remembered. I hated Conrad for one hundred things, but most of all, for interrupting us in the car. Nothing should’ve stopped us from making love. The one good thing that came out of it was the fact that I wouldn’t feel any guilt. There would be no lingering sense of loyalty to a man who wanted me dead. As Kyle’s hands squeezed my ass, I told myself to forget about Conrad; forget about his threats, at least for the moment.

    The animal inside of Kyle came out. He lifted me and spun me around. His large body pinned me against the side of his car as I ripped open his Western cowboy shirt in one quick motion. His chiseled, ink-decorated chest was a sight for sore eyes. “Holy shit.”

    Kyle smiled at me. “Yes?”

    “Nothing.” I knew that wouldn’t be enough for him, though. “You just look better than I remember.”

    He gave a falsely modest shrug. “I might’ve been working out a tad bit.”

    I rolled my eyes. “Shut up and kiss me.”

    He did as I asked. Sparks flew between us as we tore each other’s clothes off. The thought of another car passing us never occurred to me. We were on some abandoned stretch of some deserted road in the Sierra foothills. I had a feeling we’d be uninterrupted.

    Kyle lifted me again, this time carrying me to the hood. I leaned back and pulled my shirt up in over my head. Without a care in the world, I tossed it into the dirt somewhere. With my hands around Kyle’s neck, he leaned forward, weighing me down. In the cool morning air, the warmth of the hood felt amazing on my back. There was a warmth of my own growing between my legs and Kyle was the cause. His lips were at my stomach, and his hands were at the waist of my jeans. There was this sizzling urgency between us that got me so fired up. I remembered all the times that Kyle and I had made love outdoors in the middle of some ride on his Harley. There was something about that motorcycle that just got me off. I could never wait until we got home. He always joked that we fucked more outside than we did in.

    Kyle shoved my jeans and panties down my legs. My heart