I Want You

Alex

I watched him approach the porch. He didn’t look happy to see me. It wasn’t exactly the reception I had expected or hoped for. The last time we had been on the porch, the chemistry and sexual sizzle between us had been off the charts. There was none of that now. His jaw was set as he climbed onto the porch, his gaze holding mine.

“Hi,” I said with a small smile.

“Hi.”

“Can we talk?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I suppose.”

He made no move to sit down. It was a very clear signal he didn’t want me to stay. “Would you like to sit down?” I asked, feeling a little ridiculous considering it was his porch.

He flopped down. “What is it?”

“Damion, I can tell you’re mad. I’m sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter.”

“Not really.”

I sighed. He was going to make this difficult. “I—”

“Before you say anything, I should tell you I spoke with Harvey,” he said.

I nodded. “Okay. And?”

“He told me you were going to inherit the farm if I didn’t come back,” he said, his eyes hard as he looked at me.

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