Chapter 13Dakota knew what this was. On some level, he knew. But he didn’t care. Seeing his face again—the hesitant smile as he knocked on Dakota’s open bedroom door—it was worth pretending. Every ounce of him needed this. After all, why else would he come?
Gage looked positively breathtaking. He always did. His hand on the doorknob, peeking out from an oversized shirt with the top two buttons undone. Those eyes, piercing through the space between them. The quiet clearing of his throat. Dakota knew the words. He said them practically every night they were in the compound. “Mind if I join you, cher?”
And almost every time, his reply was the same. “Well, I dunno. I’ll have to check my schedule.”
Gage would laugh. That beautiful, silvery laugh. Before tiptoeing inside as though anyone real
