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.

face lights up and her eyes… her eyes shine with such energy it’s like the whole meaning of life is wrapped

gonna miss that,”

me

Your smile. The way you can make the best of the worst

She blushes.

cross the room and stop in front

She tenses.

her

Hmmm. Interesting.

and clasp her hand.

feel it. That spark.

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

are big and wide with shadows beneath them. And there are blotches of

like he

You never were one for flattery.”

went wrong? Not giving her

Leah. It’s actions that

I’ve fought

Bled for her.