She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 482:

Choosing her words with care, she lied, “Nothing serious. I just suddenly thought of those intense training sessions. Realized it’s been two or three years since we last talked. Figured I’d check in.”

“What mess have you gotten yourself into?” he asked, cutting straight through the lie without hesitation.

Freya went silent.

Did she really have that kind of reputation?

Her captain, dressed casually at home with his sharp, handsome features, looked as refined as ever. “Did you lose a round of truth or dare with Trent and the others?”

“Of course not…” she replied, her voice betraying a flicker of nerves. Using him as a way to ground herself—if he ever found out, there’d be hell to pay.

He narrowed his eyes on the other end, his tone laced with quiet warning. “Are you going to come clean, or should I stop by and ask in person?”

Freya suddenly wished she hadn’t made the call at all.

though the worst of the sensation had faded, her captain was the

murmuring her name. “Freya…” The sound

was usually collected under pressure, but this—this

hear that? Hopefully

voice soft

to take care of,” she said quickly. “I’m hanging

came her captain’s calm but dangerous reply. Freya felt the urge to explain

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his tone—oh, he’d definitely heard it. And he

Freya squeezed the bridge of her nose, feeling

line stretched, a heavy pause that made it clear her captain was waiting to see how she intended to spin this

of something—an aphrodisiac,” she explained, her voice steady, knowing her captain would understand. “I thought calling you might help me

that, the man couldn’t quite decide if he

to calm down? Only

it help?” he asked, dry amusement lacing