Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

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

“I’m gonna miss that,” I whisper.

at me sharply. “What?”

The way you can make the best of the worst situation and find the good in

She blushes.

stop

She tenses.

ticking in her

Hmmm. Interesting.

take a chance and clasp her

feel it. That spark.

Like a low-level hum of electricity in my

is a tangled mess. Her eyes are big and wide with shadows beneath them. And there are

like he ll,

You never were one for flattery.”

went wrong? Not giving her the

are empty, Leah. It’s actions

I’ve fought

Bled for her.

Killed for her.