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.

up and her eyes… her eyes shine with such energy it’s

that,” I

at me sharply. “What?”

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

She blushes.

and stop in front of her.

She tenses.

in her throat and her

Hmmm. Interesting.

and

then I feel it. That spark.

Like a low-level hum of electricity in

tangled mess. Her eyes are big and wide with shadows beneath them. And there are blotches of blood on her face and neck and chest.

look like he ll, honey.”

well. You never were one for flattery.”

where I went wrong? Not giving her the

are empty, Leah. It’s actions

fought for her.

Bled for her.