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She pivots and walks away from me. Blaise is a regal queen with her head held high and her shoulders pulled back.

“Blaise, wait up.” I catch up to her. “It’s not what you think.”

“What am I to think?” She stops in her tracks. Jabs a finger into my chest. “Will you take her as your lover? Will you be like your father, going from one woman to another? Or will you be like Cillian, taking a lover yet vowing to love his wife until death do them part?”

This Hale guy scrutinizes me. Peers down his nose as though I’m undeserving of Blaise’s words, her kisses, and her touch. Why do I hate the guy and have since I saw him touching my woman? I take Blaise by the arm and guide her away from his watchful eyes.

“Our marriage is what we make of it, baby.”

“You didn’t answer my questions.”

“You are my lover and my wife.”

“One woman is enough for you?”

“You. You’re all I want and need, Blaise. Please believe me. Do you?”

I cup her face in my hands. Implore her with my eyes to say yes. She loves my eyes. My eyes are her weakness. That’s what she confessed as I made love to her nice and slow in our bed after I took her virginity in that alley.

“Those puppy eyes . . . ” She presses her mouth on mine, and I’m in heaven. “Get your closure, Maddox, then come home to me.”

God, I love this woman.

Holy fuck. I love Blaise.

Then why can’t I say the words?

I glance over my shoulder. Kris is waiting for me.

I haven’t gotten my answers for why she broke up with me. That’s the reason I can’t let go and give all my heart to the woman standing before me with hope in her two-color eyes.