He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 87

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Milo’s POV

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Scar’s eyes are enormous, her face the color of a ripe cherry. I’d laugh if this slick–haired stranger

wasn’t draped over her like a second skin.

“Hey! Get your hands off her!” Jace’s voice cracks across the room like a whip.

I don’t think. I stride over, my hands closing on her shoulders, and pull her back into the shelter of my

body. She stumbles against me, a warm, startled weight.

“Oh, my apologies!” The man–Elias–holds up his hands, his expression one of theatrical regret. “I had no idea she was taken. At Club Oasis, we had such a… connection. I was truly disappointed when she never returned. Didn’t you feel it?” He directs this at Scar, his gaze intimate. “You’re the only client

who’s ever made me finish during a session.”

My jaw locks. “Yeah, well, that was before us. No more sessions.”

“Hello, Mr. Magic Hands,” Scar says, and her voice is light, amused. “The connection that night was

fantastic.”

“Scar,” I growl.

And she fucking giggles. The sound is a spark on dry tinder.

“Like you said, my love. Before.” She turns her smile back to Elias, extending a hand. “I’m Scar.”

“Elias. Again, I’m sorry. I don’t poach.” He throws a smirk at Everett. “Unless it’s Joe or Junia.”

“You’re lucky I share,” Everett says, his eyes dancing.

“Everett, hello.” Scar’s tone is polite, edged with steel. “Nice to see you again.”

“Hello, gorgeous. These two treating you right? Because if they aren’t, Elias and I are excellent

substitutes.”

“Hello.” Romero’s voice cuts through, calm and absolute. “I’m Scarlett’s father, Romero. This is her Uncle Hale. My daughter is just fine with her two beaus.”

Scar leans into me, pressing a soft, placating kiss to my cheek. The heat in my blood cools a fraction. Only a fraction. I still want to rearrange Everett’s perfect teeth.

“Dinner’s ready, everyone,” Scar announces.

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Junia and Joe rush to Everett and Elias, falling into easy, familiar chatter. They look cozy. I don’t like it. I don’t like the way their eyes still linger on Scar.

She takes her seat between Jace and me. I notice, then, how Isadora settles between Hale and Romero. Interesting. Again. I catch Jace’s eye, then Scar’s. Small, knowing smiles touch their lips.

The table comes alive with noise, with the clatter of dishes and the passing of platters. Laughter flows

as easily as the wine. I let the warmth of it sink into me. I don’t go back to Vegas much. This–the crowded table, the overlapping voices, the sheer presence of family–feels like a gift. And having Scar

here, radiant at the center of it, is the final, perfect piece!

Now, with Romero’s blessing sitting solid in my chest, the countdown in my head begins. Five, maybe six weeks to romance the hell out of our girl. To make her so sure, so deliriously happy, that ‘yes‘ is the

only word left in her world. I want it like I want air.

So much is coming. The calendar shoot, Christmas, then the precipice of a new year. Jace was right. If she says yes–when she says yes–we’ll need a new place. Land, maybe. Room to build. A big yard for the four kids she wants, maybe more. A pool. Money isn’t an object. Between Jace and me, it’s a world

of possibilities. And once she’s ours, legally, beautifully ours, she’ll have a stake in it all. I make a

mental note to talk to Jace. Ten percent of the clubs, split between us. A wedding present. A future.

Scar rises, murmuring an excuse. I watch the sway of her hips as she disappears down the hall. The

bathroom, probably.

I give it five minutes. The conversations around me are loud, absorbing. No one notices when I push

my chair back and slip away.

The hallway is quiet. I reach the bathroom just as the door clicks open. I’m inside in one fluid motion,

the door shutting at my back, locking us in.

“Milo!” Her eyes are wide with surprise. “What are you doing?”

She is so beautiful it’s a physical ache. The white dress, strapless and flowing, makes her skin glow. Her hair is a thick, dark braid over one shoulder.

“You were gone.” My voice is low. “Came to see if my woman needed any help.”

She giggles, a soft, breathy sound. “I just had to pee, silly.”

I slide an arm around her waist and pull her in. The soft swell of her breasts presses against my chest. Instantly, my body responds, hardening with a demand that’s almost painful.

“Yeah, well. You should have let me help you.”

“I am not crossing that line with you and Jace,” she protests, but she’s melting against me. “I will not

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“No golden shower, then?” I tease, nipping at her ear.

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