Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

“I’m not sure yet. Bread. Biscuits. Pie. Maybe a cake. You

better wake Snake and Jean up in a few hours. I won’t be able

to eat all of this alone.”

“I should hope not.”

“Easy stuff. I’m not making the hard stuff. I don’t want the

fancy shit. Just this.” Just her. I just want Haley.

“Snake’s been watching her.”

Claire nearly sent the bowl clattering to the floor for the

second time. “What the hell are you talking about? What kind

of watching? Stalking her?”

Jenny’s eyes were rimmed with guilt. She smiled

sheepishly. “He was just following orders. My orders. I told

him to keep an eye on her. To make sure she was okay. I knew

we could be sending her back to the wolf’s den.”

Claire thought her heart was pounding before. She had no

idea. It was racing out of her chest now. She was pretty sure

that at any second it might tear itself free and fall to the floor

with a splat, like a dropped tomato.

The truth was, she couldn’t fold her emotions into neat little

boxes anymore. She couldn’t keep them from becoming a

mess, from running roughshod over her. She was out of

control, and she knew it.

No wonder Jenny was amazed. If she was resorting to

cooking, it was indeed bad. The adrenaline shot that she got

even hearing Haley’s name made her head spin. It’s been too

long. Too many days since I last saw her. I miss her. I miss her

so fucking much. It’s torture. Horrible, pure, agonizing torture.

The house felt too big. Too empty. Too all the things it never

was before Haley. Claire’s body felt too small to contain the

pain.