Page 68 of Break Her

I shivered as she traced the healed scars lining my ribs and held my breath when she kissed the little octopus. When she poked the initials she’d carved into me many years ago, she looked up at me again.

“Don’t look at me like that, Av—not unless you want me to bend you over the counter and make you beg for your husband’s cock.”

“Tempting.” She winked. “But we have company, and I’d rather not have that be the first impression we leave on the poor guy.”

“Might help scare him off, though,” I offered.

She shook her head and wrapped her arms around me, still looking up at me like I hung the stars. “You’re not going to like anyone our baby brings home, but Ginny said she really likes him, so I need you to be nice. Trust Ginny. She wouldn’t bring him around if it wasn’t something special.”

I didn’t reply at first and found myself looking out the window to see what they were up to, praying he wasn’t making any moves on my daughter in my own home.

“Rowen,” Avery said sternly, demanding my attention.

“Fine, but I won’t enjoy it, and if he hurts her, I’m burying his body where no one will ever find him.”

“Deal.” She squeezed me. “I’ll even help you get rid of him if he hurts Ginny.”

“That’s my girl,” I said before lacing my fingers through her hair, holding her in place while I kissed her.