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She whimpered, and he wondered who in the hell would have wanted to hurt her like that. What kind of sick fuck would do such a thing? No, it was a car accident. Yeah, a car accident, you dumbass! The windshield came out and slashed her abdomen. There had to be some explanation. Please, God…please make there be some kind of explanation. She shifted beneath him. Oh no…no no no. Two more scars ran across the ridges of her rib cage. The soft skin met the puckered white scars. He swallowed down the bile rising in his throat.

“Shh, that’s it, girl. No, leave your hands down.” He tugged on her top to cover the scars. He didn’t want her to know he’d seen them. God, he hoped she wouldn’t remember this.

Her eyes stayed closed, but Sean could see the clear drops of tears seeping onto her cheeks. “I-I’m dead.” Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. Was she still asleep? “I-I’m dead.” The words grew fainter and fainter as her muscles fell limp beneath him. Yes, she still slept, and for some unholy reason thought she was dead.

Sean waited until her breathing fell into an even pattern before rolling off her gently sleeping body. As soon as he freed her legs, she curled onto her side and absently reached out for the blanket. He grabbed it from the floor and tucked her in.

What the fuck had just happened? The sight of her all huddled under the covers made him want to beat the shit out of her bad dream. He wanted to put on the fucking cape and wear the damn S on his chest. Yeah, he wanted to be everything for her that no one had been for him. He wanted to take all the bad away and replace it with silky kisses and hot showers. Something had screwed with her brain. She’d been hurt. Seriously.

He walked over to the corner where the little dog was huddled. “Come on, girl, she’s okay now. Let’s go to bed.”





Chapter Seven

There were only two things that Sean knew how to make without fail. They were cheap and filled his growling gut. Pancakes and mac n’ cheese the way Ms. Evelyn used to make them. Not the kind out of the box, the real deal. He wiped his hands on the sunflower dishtowel. The smell of hot syrup accompanied the ding from the microwave. With the ease of a seasoned chef, he flipped the pancake and smiled as the round delight sizzled in the pan.

The sound of tiny claws on the wood floor preceded the voice he was waiting to hear. “You stayed.”

It wasn’t a question, Sean noticed, but a rather a statement of disbelief.

“Yeah, you hungry? I hope you don’t mind. You had some box stuff, but I like them homemade.”

She looked over at the dining area. Her gaze flew back to him. Her shy smile was so damn sweet. “Y-You cooked for me?”

“No, I cooked for your dog.” He slid the perfectly golden pancake onto a plate piled with a stack of others. “Sit down and I might let you have some, if it’s okay with her.” He tipped the flat end of the spatula at her feet, where Penelope looked up at him with a lopsided smile.

The sound of Abigail’s laugh made him want to wake up like this every morning. But that wouldn’t be possible now. Who’d want to wake up next to a porn star? Well, he wasn’t quite star material, but anyway…

“I think she’ll share.”

He did his best to keep focused on removing the hot syrup from the microwave, but the jiggle of those juicy ass cheeks beneath the thin pajama pants was driving his dick crazy. He preferred her naked legs but didn’t mind the new view either. Pants or no pants, he wanted to pounce on her and rut the valley between the round mounds of flesh.

She pulled out the chair where he’d dropped the glass of water.

“I, um, broke one of your glasses last night,” Sean said, “but I cleaned it up.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I drop things all the time. Ron says I’m the biggest klutz he’s ever met.”

He set the container of syrup on the table. “Be careful; it’s hot. You’re not a klutz. Just…easily distracted.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said and put the plate of pancakes between them. “Don’t think I don’t see you checking out my ass all the time.” He grinned. It was true, but he meant it as a joke to make her laugh. Even if she didn’t know it, her shoulders looked tight from last night. He still didn’t know what or who put those scars on her beautiful body, but all he could think about right now was putting a smile on her pretty face.

She forked two round cakes and dropped them on her plate. “I do not!”

Sean leaned down and let Penelope grab a pancake from his hand. “Yes, you do.” When he came back up, he caught her shy gaze looking at his naked chest. He didn’t mind. He liked when she looked at him. She drenched her breakfast in gooey maple syrup. What would it taste like to drizzle the warm nectar on one hard nipple and lick it off? Fucking delicious! He wanted to crawl under the table, yank down those pretty pink pajama bottoms, and suck on her pussy. Was she smooth as silk, or did she have that sexy little line of dark hair leading to her cunt? Was that too nasty to call her pretty pussy a cunt? He bet she wouldn’t think so.