Page 126 of Rogue

If you told me a year ago that dreams can come true for someone like me, I’d have laughed in your face. I’ve been through Hell Camp and through Hayden’s fury. I’ve been deep within a city sewer and have come out the other end. I’ve been fleeing from and sprinting with open arms toward the man of my dreams. I’ve experienced loss and heartbreak, hatred and love, sadness and sweetness. Bliss. Absolute, passionate bliss.

And then there’s Jaxson. A handsome devil I fell in love with in a matter of weeks. A man as stubborn as me but in a far more seductive way. I never stood a chance. I still don’t.

Thank you, sweet Mary.

Yeah, this thing between us is going to work out just fine.

“Which room do you want to christen first?” he asks me with a sexy grin.

“How about I surprise you after we tour the house? Because if we’re going to be married, I plan on keeping you on your toes.”

He chuckles. “That a challenge? Do your best.”

We head into a small, formal dining area and that’s when he reminds me about something. “I said there were two conditions to me buying this house. One—you marrying me.”

I roll my eyes at him. “I assumed that was condition one and two. Me saying yes to the house. Me saying yes to you.”

“Nope. There’s another. One I insist on if you want this house.”

He’s giving me that look. The familiar, naughty, thou-shall-give-into-the-sexy-devil one.

“Fine,” I say. “What is it?”

“White picket fence—check. Daffodils—check. But rooster wallpaper, even in a bathroom—no freaking way.”

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