“If you want him—” He cleared his throat again. “If you still want him …”
“Yeah?” I asked, eyeing him curiously.
“Then that’s too damn bad.” Mark’s eyes were dark and brooding and more intense than I had ever seen them as he pulled me close. “You’re my girl, Tempest. And this time I’m not stepping aside. This time, I’m keeping you.”
And then he kissed me, really kissed me, and I forgot the long list of reasons we weren’t supposed to be together. Because Mark was mine too.
And I was keeping him.