Page 14 of Fair Trade (New York Monarchs #2)

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I may have won that round, but at what cost?

Aside from the raging hard-on I had to hide with an open stadium map pamphlet.

She’s embedding herself under my skin.

Making a home where she’s not welcome.

As much as I love to spark the fire in her, I know it’s a fruitless game to play.

Because I’m meant to be alone. As I’ve always been.

And once I’ve completed the terms of my grandfather’s will, I’ll be gone, and the days of pushing Luisa álvarez’s buttons will be a faint memory.

Or so I tell myself.

Every night when I dream of her.