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Chapter 89

Avri was not going to back down from Dillon. She was a grown woman now, even with weakened knees. She moved away from him and sat on the side of the bed.

Picking up her clothes, she moved to stand beside the bed while she pulled her sweater over her head, and then turned to him while zipping her skirt. "Where have you been all this time, Dillon? I need to know."

He didn't answer right away, but she heard him breathing. "Why? Will it change the way you feel about me?"

"It would absolutely, if you have a wife and kids off somewhere." Avri stomped to the bedside table and turned on the lamp.

"No, no." He sat up and threw his legs over the side.

Avri's hand flew to her mouth, and she gasped when she saw the crisscrossed scars on his back. Appalled, her mouth opened wide, anger fisted her hands over her lips.

How could someone have done something like that to him? Her Dillon.

"I was trying to stay alive most of the time. There's never been anyone else for me, only you," Dillon paused
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