Mine.
The idea of anyone else putting their hands on Avery, even smiling at her like that f*****g Carter guy, sent hot rage through my veins and made me furious.
Avery was mine. There was no doubt about that. I just didn’t know what to do with it. I was completely out of my depth here.
A giggle bubbled out of her and I gave her a curious look.
She grinned wider. “Remember when you thought I was gay because I didn’t like you?” She laughed again and her eyes glittered.
I snorted. “I also thought you’d be dutiful.”
“The joke was on you.” She ate another piece of salmon nigiri.
“It sure was.”
I had entered this arrangement thinking it would be so simple. We’d take a few photos for social media, I’d sign on the dotted line of her loan, and we’d part ways. Easy. Straightforward. Emotionl
