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.

her eyes shine with such energy it’s like

miss that,” I whisper.

looks at me

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

She blushes.

stop in front of

She tenses.

pulse is ticking in her throat and

Hmmm. Interesting.

chance and

then I feel it. That

always there. Like a low-level hum of

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

like he

snorts. “Yes, well. You never were one

went wrong? Not giving her the words?

empty, Leah. It’s actions that

I’ve fought

Bled for her.