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Rosemary Beach and introduced the world to Rush and Blaire. Rosemary Beach PDF: Rosemary Beach - Abbi Glines |Serie Too Far, Serie Doing It Over. Rush Too Far By Abbi Glines - [PDF] [EPUB] Rush Too Far By Abbi Glines Pero sin embargo, para Rush Finlay de veinticuatro años, ella es la. Rush Too Far book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Fallen Too Far was Blaire's story. Now it's time for Rush to share.

So worth it. By Lydaviles Reading the book from Rush's mind was simply expectacular. I loved this character even more. Abbi you're simply one of the best!!! By mayraQ This book is awesome Abbi Glines did it again she made us fall in love with Rush and with her all over again. Can't wait to read more of her amazing books. By Tray baker I read all the other books in this story and the one part I did not like is how quickly they "fell in love. So this book gave you more background on Rush's thoughts so the love connection is more believable but it did not go deep enough. The book could have been better. Rush's character could have real depth to it and this book just did not go there enough.

A beautiful, strong, fierce, loyal angel who had entered my life in a pick-up truck, carrying a gun. View all 8 comments. Jul 20, Aestas Book Blog marked it as to-read Shelves: Here's what Abbi said about it: This is not something I ever planned on doing but I am going to do it because you all are truly awesome. It will be before I can release it due to other books I need to write first for publishers. BUT I will write it and release it because y'all deserve it.

View all 9 comments. Mar 30, Rachel Reads Ravenously rated it liked it Shelves: Read this because I needed a Glines fix and it did the trick. It's been so long since I read the first book, I wasn't upset about it being pretty much the same. It was almost kind of like a reread, with a lot more cursing.

Not really but that's my choice to make. Via the Goodreads rating system I gave this a 3 because I liked it, I didn't love it or hate it. View all 34 comments. Nov 26, Catarina rated it really liked it Shelves: This is another of those books I will not tell you the story because you probably already it know it by now. Why he acted that way and why he kept those secrets. And let me tell you: This was a nice companion to one of the best NA series ever. I was expecting a little more, I confess.

I was expecting to see more of Rush past life and family to understand better some of his actions. It was a little disappointing in that aspect, but oh well, I always like a little more Rush.

Writing Style: First person, male POV. As all the others books in this series, completely addictive. Character Development: I love, love Rush. Some hot scenes. View all 16 comments. Aug 01, Anna M. I'm kind of not here not there with this book. It should be numbered 1. As it really is just a retelling of the 1st book. I'm tempted to go back and skim books 2 and 3 just to remind myself that things ended better, but this book didn't bring out that much emotion in me to do that.

View all 7 comments. You could probably get by without reading it but there's so much more depth to the story if you read the first one, first. Well, it is the same story. Sure there are little extra bits here and there such as more interaction between Rush and Grant and Rush and Nat but really nothing else. I did miss Blaire. Granted we do get some of that emotional intensity from Rush but it's nothing like Blaire's.

And unfortunately, by already knowing how the story works out, there's no real drama which could also be a good thing. You know how things work out and you're not left with that horrible cliffhanger. It's Rush! If you have a Rush Crush, there's nothing like too much.

Everything you liked from the first book is here You get A LOT more of all those sexy, dirty thoughts and talks Blaire is mine. No one will ever compare. You own me, Blaire. My heart and soul are yours. View all 27 comments. Nov 22, Kristy Mills marked it as finish-later. May 06, London rated it did not like it.

What a joke. I hate when authors put out a new book with the male POV only for it to be the exact same story told all over again. There were no new scenes and honestly all his inner monologue were about things that could be easily grasped from the first book.

Really disappointed in this book especially for how high the author priced it. Not worth it at all. Nov 26, Sofia T. Review to follow! View 1 comment.

Rush Too Far

Aug 21, Beverly rated it really liked it. I thought he was arrogant and I was pretty pissed that he cock-blocked Woods. Yes I was team Woods. Watching his struggle and knowing he was just trying to do the right thing for his family and t 4 Rush Crush Stars We met Rush in Fallen Too Far and immediately he was the asshole we loved to hate…at least for this girl.

Watching his struggle and knowing he was just trying to do the right thing for his family and the girl he was falling for. I completely get Rush now. I picked this up, finally, because I was in a slump and Abbi can usually pull me out of one. Let me tell you it worked.

I also love how into Blair he is. There are some grammatical errors or use of the wrong words, but I still enjoyed it. Overall, I really enjoyed it and think it was one of her better books.

View all 30 comments. May 06, Arti rated it it was ok. To be honest, I didn't have high expectation for this book and it's a good thing I didn't.

While it wasn't intolerable, it wasn't anything that I'm going to remember. I did enjoy Rush's point of view, but there were those far fetched moments that we have seen in the other three books. For example, the pedestal that Rush hold Blair on. It's so unrealistic even for a fictional book. Also, most of the stuff from Rush's point of view isn't stuff we already didn't know.

In the last book, since we had To be honest, I didn't have high expectation for this book and it's a good thing I didn't. In the last book, since we had both Rush and Blair's point of view, it's all very repetitive. Not impressed and not surprised by it. Book Blog Jul 24, Linda rated it really liked it Shelves: Expected Release Date: View all 4 comments.

Feb 28, Smitten's Book Blog marked it as to-read. Something tells me this is going to be almost too hot to handle. Release date: May 14, Nikki rated it really liked it Shelves: I know, I know. I swore off Ms. Glines forever.

BUT in my defense, I did like the 1st book in this series before she became addicted to spinning off characters like cray cray. And it was free, I am cheap sue me: It was pretty good for a male POV, but of course its Rush we are talking about here. It was fun and insightful to get into his dirty little mind. Also it provided that much needed perspective on what was going on I know, I know. Also it provided that much needed perspective on what was going on behind the scenes, especially with nutjob Nan.

It was great to see how much he cared about Blaire and how quickly she got to him. I am still on a Glines ban for any new stuff, but I thought she did a good job with this one. If you like Rush, you will fo sho like this. View all 20 comments. Nothing really much to add to that. If you loved the Fallen too Far series you'll enjoy revisiting the first book through Rush's eyes, especially because I believe Abbi Glines does a very good job of getting the male voice right.

There were a few nice nuggets buried in here that you don't get in the original book though I'm not sure how necessary this book really is. I would recommend it for people who really love Rush as a character I do and who basically don't mind reading the same story twice.

It was a super quick read so I'm glad I read it. It's actually the very first time I read one of these "alternate POV installments". Not sure it's something I'll be interested in doing again unless I uber love the story, like in this case.

That's all! View all 11 comments. Jul 29, Akyraa rated it it was ok Shelves: Apr 21, Kara rated it it was amazing. I don't re-read books - so reading this one was actually great for me.

Somethings came back, Glines added new material to the story I loved seeing inside his head. I love Glines. Book friends - you will likey this one Basically, this is Rush's perspective in Fallen Too Far. It's nice to get into his head, I like it but this is redundant and unnecessary. The story is just the same and here I thought there's more to it. It's an optional book.

You may or may not read this. I still prefer Blaire's POV. La Glines infatti non mi ha deluso, 2 stelle e mezzo Lo confesso: La Glines infatti non mi ha deluso, anzi, mi ha fatto ridere di gusto. Ha un unico neurone che ovviamente non risiede nel capo, ma che comincia a funzionare alla perfezione non appena posa gli occhi sulla biona-perfetta-pura-santarellina Blaire, e qui per Rush inizia il supplizio.

Arrivati a questo punto spero che la CE ci faccia leggere anche gli altri volumi! View 2 comments. Es hat mich zumindest gut unterhalten und man hat es mega schnell durchgelesen.

I'm still asking myself, why the hell I decided to read this thing. For everyone who thought that this can't be worst than the other books, you are wrong. This was way worst. But after one really exhausting and horrible day, I just needed something really light and non engaging. And honestly it can't get any lighter than this.

As far as the plot it was non existing. In the parts where something was actually happening, it was the same like in the 1st book. The only difference was that it was throu I'm still asking myself, why the hell I decided to read this thing.

The only difference was that it was through Rush's point of view. He somehow managed to decrease even the plot that did exist. And that is an accomplishment on it's own.

That it's pretty much all I can say about this book. Honestly I'm amazed how little plot can a book have. View all 3 comments. Jul 22, AJ rated it really liked it Shelves: She had shown up and stolen a piece of my heart without opening her mouth. Taken it all. I had let her have it freely.

Sadly, my experience with authors rewriting their books from boy POV has been a bit hit and miss. It's Rush Finlay in all of his glory, and it is fantastic! Rush is an interesting character — spoiled, sexy, rude and crude - so getting the opportunity to be inside of his head in that period when Blaire comes into his life and turns it upside down, and all the chemistry that goes along with it, is sensational!

Where the hell had that idea come from? There were no rules where Blaire was concerned. She was on a higher plane, above any rules I had when it came to women. I just wanted her.

I love his attempts to keep Blaire at a distance, knowing that his big secret will tear her apart, while at the same time his protective nature over her from the very beginning is gorgeous. I love the way he constantly warned the rest of the boys off. I tore my gaze off Blaire to see him staring down at her just as reverently as I was. Fuck that. Woods walked into the kitchen and swung his gaze to me.

She could fuck off. But in the end his feelings are too strong him to resist, and holy hotness!! God, she had me. That was it. Not now. I was owned. Grant met me in the hallway. But Nan was still a bitch of epic proportions — moreso than we realise in the other books, actually! The way he falls for Blaire is beautiful, and his absolute and total devotion to her had me swooning madly. I was dizzy from the sensation. Even when he slapped my tender ache to stop me from moving, I only managed to let out a moan.

I was close to an orgasm when the scenery beneath us changed, from what I was sure had been the Hoover Dam to the Vegas Strip at sunset. The lights were beautiful, and the view came into focus just as my orgasm hit me. Major Rush handed me a beer before sitting down across from me on his balcony overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. But they also reaped the benefits, as evidenced by their gorgeous wives.

She gets hurt just like any woman. She ran off, which means she let you get close enough to affect her emotions. It was supposed to be cut-and-dried. How was I going to do this if I let myself care too much? Nan had already become more important to me than a mark needed to be. I was concerned for her.

I had a hard time doing what needed to be done to someone as damaged as her. She can chew up and spit out pretty boys all damn day long. I was mad at my dad, and she was coming on to me heavy. I cracked and took what she was offering.

Gave me my life. Blaire had been the one person Nan hated most in the world. Daddy problems or some shit. I hoped that thinking about his wife would make him more open to telling me what I needed to know.

It will be a brutal payback. You up for that? I held my breath and nodded. He hesitated, and I began to worry that he was changing his mind.

I needed him to talk. He was the only person I could think of who would know the answer. As much as I never wanted that for myself, Rush made it look nice. Ours was pretty much the opposite. I turned my attention to the gorgeous blonde standing on the landing.

Can I get you a sandwich? All that walking and chasing has made me hungry. I needed to get Rush focused on my problem. Not what I wanted to hear.

Rush Too Far (Rosemary Beach, #4; Too Far, #4) by Abbi Glines

Nan My legs were weak, and the area between them was sore, as if it had been ravaged by more than just a hand. My inner thigh stung from what would be a bruise soon. Again, though, instead of terrifying me, it excited me. I liked the feeling of being dominated. The orgasm that tore through me had left me trembling and unable to catch my breath.

That had just been from the rough touch of his hand. What would happen if I let him do more? Would I survive it or die of pure ecstasy? There was an electrical charge between us that confused me. I had to close my eyes tightly to block out stray thoughts and to keep from moaning out loud at the ideas my imagination was spinning.

I had. Did I even affect him? It had been a while since a man had tried to openly seduce me the proper way. Most guys wanted to party and then fuck. I was afraid it was probably the latter. If he was finished with me, I might fall on my knees and beg for a chance to please him.

I let him pull me from the car in a commanding yet gentle way that only made me hotter. He walked inside the casino and headed directly toward the tower my room was in. Was it over?

I went over everything that had happened and what I had done. Had I been expected to do more? Had I made a mistake in the helicopter, opening my legs to him and allowing him to touch me and slap me? Every time I moaned at his punishment, he got more aggressive.

Nothing I could think of would warrant him being upset with me. I cut my eyes up to look at him. His firm jaw was tight, and the veins in his neck were bulging. That was sexy, too. Why did he have to be so big and strong and. The elevator doors opened, and he pressed my floor number. I needed to say something. It was getting awkward now. When we had gotten off the helicopter, my legs had been wobbly and my breathing a little erratic from his touch. I turned to look up at him again, but before I could speak, he was in front of me, pressing me against the wall.

The heat from his body sent shivers over me, as he grabbed my waist and inhaled sharply. This was all I wanted. I reached up to grab his shoulders and hold on and opened my mouth to taste more. The peppermint freshness of his mouth was delicious, and I leaned in, trying to get more. Anything he was willing to give, I was going to take. The ding of the door came too soon, and he was moving me with his hand on my waist out into the hallway and toward my door. He took it from my hand and opened the door to my suite, then pulled me inside.

With one hand, he slammed the door closed, then picked me up and carried me to the sofa, where he sank down with me in his lap before grabbing my face and continuing to kiss me senseless. He seemed as hungry for me as I had been for him. His mouth trailed from mine to my ear and then focused on my neck.

I arched to give him more access, loving the feel of his whiskers on my skin. Every touch sent tiny jolts through my body. Goddamn, I wanted to bend you over the seat and fuck you while the driver watched me pound your ass. Who talked like that? Was he even serious? That was naughty and taboo. I liked the mental image in my head. His hand slid up my thigh until his fingers brushed my panties.

My heart melted, and I leaned into him, opening my legs more so he could touch everything. All of me. My body had lost all function, and the sensation had taken me with it. Not caring about where I was or who saw or heard me. The pleasure was all I craved then. I wanted more.

He held my gaze as he moved a finger inside the silk and lace, and I held my breath. The gentle touch was almost too much. When you were wanting something that badly and you finally got it, you lost your stuff. I heard the cry of pleasure that ripped through me as I held on to his shoulders tighter.

Not with his finger sliding over the heat pooled between my legs. So hungry for sex. Stingy and needy. Like this. Right here in my lap. If he told me to come one more time in that thick voice, I would scream the place down with what was building up inside me.

I was almost scared to let it go. To reach what he could give me. I knew I cried out his name.

Rush Too Far

I remembered bucking my hips up to meet his hand as he pressed it harder into me. But other than that, it was all a blur.

I wanted to live in this moment forever, even if it killed me. However, like all good orgasms do, this one faded slowly, and my eyes eventually fluttered back open.

When my vision cleared, I could see that Gannon was watching me. The hardness underneath me told me this had turned him on. Did I have the energy to help with that? He stood up and carried me to the bed.

Major I fucking loved Vegas when I was here purely for fun. Not when I had work to do. In his eyes, he was testing me. I got the whole sibling thing, even if I was an only child. But holy fuck, how was I supposed to find her here? All my tracking equipment was handled by Cope —who was also missing and more than likely here watching my every move, just like he was watching hers. I got it. I had fucked up. I needed to give Nan more attention and take this seriously.

Truth was, that was what I intended to do. That girl was not mixed up in the shit Cope thought she was. I knew from spending a little time with her that she was too self-absorbed to care about something like that. If I could figure out which one she was at, I would stalk the place until I found her.

The cab driver pulled up outside the Bellagio. The flash of the fountains reminded me of Nan. She liked attention. The driver looked from me to Cope.

Airport now. You go back to Rosemary Beach. Go get this shit for hot tail out of your system, and prepare to focus only on Nan when she gets back. I know her every move, unlike you. I felt like I was giving in.

Handing over what was mine, even if it was just a job. But you had your chance and fucked it up. He was so detached from the world; he had a coldness that seeped through him. Nan would see that. I just tucked her into bed after giving her an orgasm that almost made her pass out. I hated what he was saying.

One glance at that, and the driver pulled over at the end of the Strip. Cope climbed out without another word to me. When the door slammed behind him, I let out a frustrated growl.

I would try to text her again. I hit Send. He was straight up using her for a job. She was better than that.

Nan The smell of pizza broke into my dreams, and I opened my eyes and inhaled deeply. I never ate pizza, but I was so hungry, and it smelled delicious. Looking around my dark room, I could only see the light from the cracked door leading to the living area of my suite. The pizza was in there. With Gannon. A smile pulled at my lips, and I stretched my body, feeling pleased and sated.

It was his turn next, and I was looking forward to it. I wanted to touch his body and watch him as he came. The idea was exciting. He was everything a man should be. Strong, fierce, sturdy, and ruggedly handsome. Nothing like the guys I normally dated. I rarely came into contact with men like Gannon. I realized now what I had been missing. I pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed.

My hair was probably a mess, and I wanted to change into something more comfortable, since we were apparently staying in for the evening. Not that I had a problem with that. I liked the idea very much. I took the brush from my Louis Vuitton toiletry bag, brushed through my hair, and quickly changed into a pair of pale blue pajama shorts that had a flirty ruffle on the hem and a matching camisole.

I decided against a bra. The whole ensemble was sexy yet comfortable. When my reflection in the mirror was good enough, I headed to the door and slowly pulled it open to peek into the room. Gannon was lounging on the sofa with his feet propped up on the ottoman and a book in his hands. His eyes immediately swung to me as I stepped into the room as quietly as I could.

He either had amazing hearing or great peripheral vision. Not sure what kind you liked, so I ordered a few. Waited for you to join me before I dove in. The glint in his eyes said he liked my choice in clothing. I knew I looked good in it. Heck, I knew I looked good naked. I used that as a superpower with men regularly.

I found that my looks and my body only drew them in, though. I had nothing deeper to keep them. I was a hot fuck, but the next morning, they were usually done. But I had to get over it. I was a toy. He had a concerned frown. The smell lured me from my dreams. What kind did you get? I glanced down at it as he stood up and walked over to the dining-room table.

I looked at him standing where room service had left the pizzas covered with silver-domed lids. He picked up the first lid. I loved feta cheese and olives on my pizza. Then he unveiled the last one. He reached for one of the plates, put a large slice of the Greek pizza on it, and walked over to me.

He was waiting on me. No guy had ever done that before. I normally had someone wait on us, or I waited on them. He paid attention to details. Again, not something I had experienced before. Just as I expected, he picked up three slices of the buffalo chicken and put them on a plate before joining me on the sofa.

We began to eat in silence. I wanted to watch him eat and see if his jaw worked in that sexy way it did when he was angry. He was relaxed, and I liked that he felt at ease with me. When I finished my slice, I really wanted another, but I hated to eat one more piece in front of him.

Besides, it would go to my hips. Did this man read minds? He took my plate and walked back to the pizza. He picked up another large slice and brought it back to me. He was so confusing. And he was also slightly perfect. I quickly took a bite of my food, and he chuckled before looking back at the book he had put down. A smile tugged up the corners of my lips as I chewed. It was a happy smile. That idea made me sad.

Had I ever had a relationship with a guy who actually made me happy? Even the one I had with Major hurt more than anything else.

He could be married or engaged. And he was making me happy. Not one change in my expression. He grinned. I nodded and took another bite of pizza. I finished chewing, then took a sip of my drink. How was he in Vegas for business if he was a construction worker? And how could he afford the Bellagio? I own a construction company that builds casinos. He glanced over at the book, and a smile touched his lips. The layers on this man just got deeper and deeper.

That was all she would do for me. At least I knew Nan was here. Either that, or he was playing games with my head. Girls like her were why I was in this fucking mess in the first place. Focusing on one girl, especially one as shallow as Nan, was hard to do. That I was being a bastard? I was calling her shallow, but I was pretty damn shallow myself. The waitress walked over to me and slid a new napkin my way.

This one had writing on it. I saw a phone number and a name. She was making it pretty easy for me to fuck her. How was I supposed to work with shit like this? I glanced up at her and winked. She was sexy as hell but not the sexy I needed tonight. I had another girl to win back. If I could find her first. By ten, she would be heading to a club, I figured. Only thirty minutes until ten.

Not exactly food, but it would help. Yeah, she thought we were getting it on tonight. That was a shame. Please talk to me. I thought for a second before pressing Send, because she might find a way to avoid me now. But I knew Nan, and she wanted my attention. I sat back and munched on my bar mix while watching the elevator doors.

My phone finally vibrated in my hand. If you insist, I can meet you around noon tomorrow. I read the text twice before accepting that she was seriously blowing me off.

What the hell was she busy doing if she was in her suite? Damn him. He was up there with her. Too busy to come have one drink with me? I texted back, refusing to believe she was choosing Cope over me.

Yes, I am. Fuck me. My chest tightened, and I grabbed my whiskey and downed it, hoping it would ease the anger and disbelief boiling up in me. I knew she was cold, but this was worse than I had been warned. She glanced at the clock and nodded. Give me five minutes? I had five minutes. Then she was going to give me a good thirty somewhere in this casino.

I had steam to blow off, and her perky tits needed to be in my mouth and hands soon. When she walked back out, she looked at me with a grin that said she knew exactly what I wanted. God, I loved girls in Vegas. I needed to get a damn job here. Fix all my problems, and get far away from Nan. I followed her to a back room with a sign that said Employees Only and then into a closet that was stocked with linens. I closed the door behind us, and she pulled the little halter top off and let those boobs bounce free.

Easy access. I liked this one. I pulled a condom out of my pocket and ripped it open with my teeth before pulling my jeans down and covering myself. She gasped and pulled my hair, which only made me suck harder. I liked pain when I was angry, and I was angry. I picked her up by the waist, she threw open her legs, and I slammed right into her, as she wrapped her legs around me and cried out.

I liked loud ones. This would be good. Real good. And like a good girl, she did just that. Nan I was going to kill Rush.

This was his fault. No one knew where I had gone but my brother. The fact that Major was downstairs waiting on me to get off the elevator pissed me off more. He did.

I would convince myself that this was a romantic gesture and hope that I was enough to hold his attention this time. Who was it? I put my phone away and looked up at him. Nothing big. Another plus for Gannon. He held out his hand. I moved closer to him, and he took my hand and tugged me until I was straddling his lap. Been hard sitting here with you dressed so damn sexy too far away to touch. All girls wanted to hear them. He just said them like they were true and came naturally.

Which, mixed with his looks and his voice and his muscles, was a lethal combination. Just when they slipped under the satin of my bottoms, I remembered that it was his turn. I needed to be the one touching him. Not letting him do all the work for me again. That one word was so very hard to say, because I did not want to stop him from touching me. The orgasm he had given me earlier had been on an epic scale, and I wanted to do that again soon.

It was already growing hard under my hand. He had been enjoying me in his lap. He might not keep score, but I believed in giving what you got, and he deserved the best blow job on the planet. He was fully erect now, and I licked my lips in anticipation. I loved the power I got from this. I only did it if I was incredibly attracted to a man and he had earned it. But tonight I was impatient for it. He moved his hand up and down slowly, as I watched him and he watched me.

Even that was sexy. I was beginning to think everything this man did was sexy. I leaned forward on my knees, slipping my hand above where his was. I ran my thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, and his hand stilled and then moved away as he adjusted his hips and leaned back against the sofa cushions.

His eyes were on me. I could feel their heat burning through me. I wanted this to be so good for him. Lifting my gaze, I watched his face as I lowered my mouth until my tongue ran along the spot where my thumb had just been. Then, slowly, I drew the head into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it and gently sucking, while keeping my eyes lifted and directly on him. He was breathing hard, and his hand slid into my hair, grabbing a large fistful of my thick locks.

I eased his length into my mouth until the tip touched the back of my throat, before pulling it out again. His hold on my hair tightened as I continued my assault on him, sucking and then stopping to lick up the length teasingly before continuing. I fought back my smile. I wanted to know I was pleasing him, and this told me all I needed to know.

I covered the base with one hand and began working him. I tasted him with pure enjoyment. Each sound he made and each curse he muttered drove me harder to give him more. I craved him. Deep down, I wanted to keep him. All me. Grabbing his upper thighs, I sucked harder and ran my breasts against him, moaning with him in my mouth.

He was close, and all he needed was the visual to set him off. That was followed by a roar. Major The alarm I had set on my phone went off at ten a. Job complete. It just fucking did. Cope annoyed me beyond reason. Working for Captain had been easy. I liked the guy. He was a hard-ass, but at least he had a heart. Cope was a heartless monster, and Nan was dancing too close to him. I had to fix it. Starbucks was the first thing I saw, so I went straight there and got a breakfast muffin and a cake pop to go with my venti bold.

I was a little hungry after not eating much last night. I cursed silently, calling him a million names I wished I could say out loud. That stunt you pulled last night could have fucked everything up. He knew I had texted her. I wanted to walk right out of the casino just to prove I could. When it came to morals, he had none. He killed when it suited him. Damn him, why was he messing with Nan? Because he was the mean son of a bitch that he was, and I was positive he was carrying a concealed gun, I sat down like I was told, even if it made me feel like a complete pussy to do it.

Not at all, really. Cope stalked over to me, one of his killer looks on his face. He was supremely pissed at me. I just waited for him to say something.

He took his time about it, putting his coffee down and scanning the surroundings before finally looking at me. I give the orders. You follow them. He glared at me. I wanted to prove I could do this.

I fucking wanted to be the one in her room at night. Not crazy-as-hell Cope. I can get what we need. But she trusts me. He was reading Nan all wrong. I liked knowing that I had one up on him. So I kept up. Has nothing to do with you. I would once I saw her and talked to her.

If we want to keep this up, I have to fix things with her. That surprised me. To him, she was just a source for answers. Fucking ginormous balls. He shot me a withering look, then stood up. If she wants to continue this shit with you, then go for it, but do it motherfucking right this time. I need my answers before this trail gets cold. I won. I got the girl back and would get the info and complete my mission.

First, I had to get her to respond to me. I called her number this time. She answered on the third ring. Smiling, I hung up and finished my coffee, while hatching a plan in my head. I had to go deal with it. Which sucked. Maybe he was letting me sleep in? I had tried it all, and nothing I did was enough for him.

A simple short Prada sundress and a pair of my more comfortable Louboutins, and I was ready to face him. I liked Vegas life. A whole lot. I knew the back of his head and the way he stood from admiring him so much in the past. He was ridiculously pretty, but God, he was an asshole. I was done with all that. When he heard the click of my heels, he straightened and turned to face me.

I was just done with it. That was a relief. One I needed. The knowledge made the moment much less dreadful. He put his hand on my waist and pulled me closer to kiss me, but I stepped away. That in itself was annoying. There were so many things about him that were annoying when you stood back and really looked at the whole picture.

This was all before Gannon, though. I deserve it, but I want to fix it. Which was almost enough to soften me up. He seemed so easy to hurt. Never mind the fact that he hurt me regularly. We tried. Why keep trying? I was a pro at this. Covering up my emotions so no one knew I was hurt had been my superpower since I was a kid.

I can be what you deserve. I want to. You do. But I was over it. I had started to respond when he held up his hand to stop me. I scanned the area for any sign of him, but this was a huge casino, and there were thousands of people here. No chance I would actually see him walking by. Finally, I looked back at Major. You invited me. He let me pay for his meals all the time. That was his thing. I rolled my eyes and walked past him toward the hostess. I sat on the outside end of my side of the booth, leaving him no option but to sit across from me.

It was a game to them, and I was done with games. He was straightforward and easygoing. I liked that about him. It was refreshing. Or is this how the whole meal is going to be? I was forced to make eye contact with him, which was admittedly difficult.

He had the most gorgeous blue eyes on earth, and I was only a woman. Girls were powerless when it came to pretty things. If you want to eat, chat, and remain friends, I am completely on board with that, but you had your chance.

Guess what? Now being able to just blurt it all out and not care if he never spoke to me again was like a weight lifting off my chest. Relationships scare me. You scared me. First from Grant freaking Carter, who had met, fallen in love with, and married my half sister. Not a good playbook for Major to borrow from; he needed to do his research.

He was calling some plays that had already burned me in the past. But the sex and dating stuff? You can fuck whomever you like. The bitterness and anger had left my body. I want us.

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