Payback: A Vigilante Justice Novel by Kristin Harte

Author:Kristin Harte
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781944336486
Publisher: Kristin Harte

Chapter Nine

Shye

Five days after I stopped with the silent treatment and I nearly felt at home at Alder’s place. A sort of habitual comfort had settled over me as I’d gone from mute and stubborn to accepting and thankful. But while eating dinner with him every night made my heart practically sing, sleeping down the hall from him was temporary. No matter how much he seemed to want me to stay.

So I did my best to earn my keep no matter how much he protested. I cleaned each day from the ceilings to the baseboards, making sure every inch of his home sparkled. Whenever he noticed, and he definitely noticed, he’d huff and puff and tell me I was a guest, but I felt better knowing I’d done something for him. And of course, I cooked. Breakfasts, dinners, I even packed him lunches. And every day, as I handed him that brown paper bag with whatever food I’d put together for him inside, that hard face of his would soften, and his blue eyes would positively burn as they held mine. I lived for those moments, for the sweet kiss he’d place on my forehead before he whispered thanks. For the way he made me feel needed. Wanted. For the way he simply noticed me. A woman could get used to being noticed and appreciated.

“Another amazing meal, honey.” Alder pushed back from the table, setting his napkin on his empty plate.

I bit back a smile. “It’s just meatloaf, but I’d hoped you’d like it.”

“I loved it. How could I not when you made it for me?” He stood and gathered the plates, brushing off my objection before I even had time to make it. Alder was an equal-partner type of guy—if I cooked, he took care of clean up. Something I’d never experienced before. My father had treated me like a scullery maid at times, claiming he worked to pay for everything, so I needed to do the rest. My stepbrother had been worse. Of course, all the men I’d met in their circle of biker friends tended to see women the same way—as their own personal staff. Cooks, maids, and whores…what else could we be?

Alder never behaved the way they had. But it wasn’t just Alder’s sweetness that attracted me. He was hot as sin. Tall and muscled, with that dangerous air about him. The one that warned others he could and would take them down if they crossed him. Why that was such a turn-on, I had no idea, but it was. My soaking wet panties and the long, hot showers I took every night with the handheld showerhead between my legs were a testament to that fact.

Five days—I’d been living in a hell of desire for five long days. If only I could stop watching him, but that was an impossibility. The man was a study in human musculature. Alder’s entire back clenched and released as he rinsed the dishes and moved them to the dishwasher, his arms bulging at the movements.

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