Happy Thanksgiving!
It's yummy food day! Mr. Lane and I are kicking back and eyeballing the timers until everything is ready to eat.Â
The pecan pie is looking especially tempting this year.
Also...
ONE MORE WEEK UNTIL SAVAGE PRIDE!
AHHH!
Here's a snippet to get us all through these last few days!
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âEx-boyfriend?â His lion surged to life, ready to rip into anyone who dared get near her.
She shook her head. âOh, no. Weâre not going there.â
The phone went off again, the noise grating against his nerves.
âWell, youâre upset. You went on vacation alone. What did you do to piss him off?â
âWhat did IâIâm sorry, what did I do?â She turned away from the window and fixed him under the full force of her glare. âNo wonder your place looks like a mausoleum for the celibate.â
Trent barked a harsh laugh. âDonât you worry about that, princess. My needs are well handled.â
Hailey rolled her eyes and scoffed.
The silence suited him just fine. His lion was the one who disagreed, but the beast could deal with it. Hailey was a problem theyâd be rid of soon enough.
She punched the programmed buttons and ran through his usual radio stations, never lingering for more than five seconds to any classic rock song. Trent shifted in his seat when she spun the dial to check out the other options. When she landed on some sort of awful pop/rap/club mix, she cranked the volume.
âI love this song!â she said brightly.
And smelled like a lie.
He turned off the radio. âI like to drive in silence.â
She turned it back on.
Trent eyed her without turning his head. She wanted to fuck with him? Fine. Two could play that game.
He turned off the heat and blasted the AC.
Trent shook his head with a silent laugh as she wrapped her arms around herself and arched an eyebrow.
She didnât say a damn word, though.
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