Vicker let Mae drag him back into the house. He stared at her hand where she was touching him. She had never touched him before, unless he touched her first. Or she was in deep sleep and she didn’t know what she was doing. Having her hand on him felt surreal and intimate in a way he knew he should ignore, and focus on whatever happened between her and Marilyn. But he couldn’t. His body buzzed with a need he was trying very hard to control. He woke up just as the sun set, feeling like s**t and he felt worse when he realized that Mae wasn’t in bed, which clearly proved that she heard everything that happened between him and Marilyn outside the bedroom door. Vicker got off the couch and went looking for her with the intention to apologize.
He’d told her that he didn’t want Marilyn’s blood a
