“I know it can.” He slides me off the desk and lifts me into his arms.
“What are you doing?”
“I was going to fuck you until you pass out, but seeing you’re in a delicate condition, I’m going to make love to you until the sun comes up.”
My laugh is happy. Free. “I have to get home. I have to be there for Josh when he goes to bed.”
“I know. That’s why I’m coming with you.”
I rest my head on his shoulder. “You are?”
“You’re never sleeping alone again, Mrs. Hart.”
“That’s the best promise I’ve heard in a long time.” When he starts moving toward the door, I press a hand on his chest. “Wait. What about the house? What about the garden and the bats?”
“Stop worrying about the bats.”
“But—”
“I had a good offer for the house. The buyer is a nature conservationist. He wants to maintain things as they are.”
I can’t help but smirk. “Things?”
“Are you being condescending? I think I need to teach you a thing or two, put your new brave pussy back in its place.”
My smile is so big it stretches my cheek muscles.
“Do that again,” he commands in a husky voice.
“Do what again?”
“Smile for me.”
It’s easy. I have a lot to be happy about.
An answering curve pulls at his lips, and his eyes light up with a dangerous glint. “You’re so fucked, Lina.”
As I nestle deeper into his arms, a weight lifts off my heart. It all but floats up to heaven.
I’m no longer crazy.
I’m no longer a hostage to our past or a prisoner to my husband’s revenge.
I’m no longer Harold’s fake daughter or Damian’s forced wife.
I’m Angelina Hart, tired mother, happy assistant, and above all the woman who loves Damian.
Always have.
Always will.