Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 63

Leah sits at the dining room table. She runs her finger along the surface and it leaves a big streak in the dust.

“I’m thinking this place might need a woman’s touch,” I say.

She arches a brow at me. “Why? Because women are meant to ‘clean houses’ and be subservient? What the h ell, Aaron!? Sexist,

much?”

Christ. That didn’t come out right. “I didn’t mean for you to clean. Or other females. Just for someone to run the place. A bu nch of males left to their own devices…” I shrug. “They might be eating raw slabs of beef and only changing their socks once a week.”

She makes a gagging sound. It ends on a bit of a laugh.

I grin.

Da mn, she’s pretty when she smiles.

it’s

that,” I

looks at me

can make the best of the worst situation and find the good in everybody.”

She blushes.

and stop in front of

She tenses.

pulse is ticking in her throat and her

Hmmm. Interesting.

take a chance and clasp her

I feel

always there. Like a low-level hum of electricity in my blood.

big and wide with shadows beneath them. And there are blotches of blood on her face and neck and

look like he

never

where I went wrong? Not giving her the words?

empty, Leah. It’s

fought

Bled for her.