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I clench my jaw, growing tired of this cock-measuring competition.
“Once I make the arrest, I’ll be her savior—the one she runs to in relief. Have you ever been someone’s white knight, Cole? Do you know how generous a woman can be when all her demons have been slayed?”
“I’m more of a dark prince kinda guy,” I growl.
“That’s too bad, because unbreakable bonds are formed in those types of situations.” He shrugs. “That’s what I’m counting on, anyway.”
Fuck him.
Fuck this straight-laced, badge-wearing prick.
He’s not going to form any bond with Anissa. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not in a million fucking years. At least not while I’m around.
“Good luck.” I clap him on the shoulder, my fingers digging into his jacket.
“Don’t worry. I won’t need it.” He shrugs away from my grip and bumps into my shoulder as he starts down the cement path. “I’ll see you around, Cole.”
The poor bastard is delusional. Pathetic and fucking deranged.
He’s no threat to what I have with Anissa.
I earned her trust under the harshest of conditions in only a matter of days. And by the sound of it, this asshole hasn’t been able to get close in weeks.
“Be careful, Easton,” I call over my shoulder. “You don’t want to end up going off the grid like she did. Who knows if you’ll return?”
I keep my focus on the building and raise my attention to her window, finding her staring back at me.
She doesn’t retreat. She doesn’t grant me a welcoming expression, either. But those gorgeous eyes drink me in. There’s the faintest hint of hunger in her features. The tiniest glimpse. And that’s enough for now.
I grin at her. I fucking beam my intentions her way.
Without a word, I let her know this isn’t over. Her little mutt doesn’t scare me. Not when she’s made it clear she still wants me.
“Until next time, Niss.”
I blow her a kiss, bidding her a silent farewell, then make my way back to the florist now waiting beside her white van.
“Are you ready for me to make the delivery?”
“Yes. It’s time.”
“And the card?” She holds out the crisp white envelope. “What would you like me to write on it?”
I contemplate my options, wondering if I should change my plan now Easton’s entered the battlefield.
Should I approach her with caution? Maybe try a softer angle to beat the prick at his own game?
No. To hell with that.
I’m no white fucking knight.
Never have been. Never will be.
I hold out a hand. “Here, let me write on it.”
The woman retrieves the slip of cardboard from the envelope and passes it over, allowing me to pen my message against the hood of the van.
If you want me to stalk you, then that’s what I’ll do.
Be careful, little fox. The big, bad wolf is coming for you.
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