Page 14 of Desperate Games

And underneath that gorgeous sass and tequila-soaked bravado, there was something else in her eyes.

Something raw.

Something wounded.

Like she couldn’t quite fathom why a man like me would want anything more than one night with her.

Like she didn’t believe she was the kind of girl a man sticks around for.

And that—that—drives me fucking insane.

Because I don’t want some glossy, filtered version of Andrea.

I don’t want just the jokes and the curves and the wicked grin that makes me think about sin.

I want the whole goddamn package.

The real her.

The scared parts. The hopeful ones.

The soft belly laughter and the sharp tongue.

The way she blinked too fast when I whispered her name into the dark like a prayer.

I want all of it.

Her.

And I’m not done with us. Not by a fucking long shot.

So yeah, I’ve got a shiny new job, a fat paycheck, and a team of elite operatives waiting on my orders.

And I have a shit ton of responsibility I need to sort out. And I will. House. Home. Callie. Mom.

I’ll get it done, because I’m a man who owns up to his responsibilities.

But the real kicker here? Is none of it means shit until I find her again. Until I have her by my side—where she belongs.

Does that make me a nut job? Obsessed?

Fuck, I don’t know. Maybe.

And I don’t know what the hell that night meant to her—but I know what it meant to me.

And when I do track her down?

I’m going to make damn sure she knows it, too.

“Earth to Remy—you’re gonna have to pay attention if you wanna survive meeting the whole fucking Clan Thursday night at my place,” Connor snaps.

I blink.

Okay, maybe I was zoning out.

Sue me.

I lift my gaze and force a smirk.