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    Kara pushed her food away, suddenly not hungry. “You can’t be serious. Don’t you want to find someone you connect with? Love? Have a family and stuff?”
    “Who says we can’t have a family?” Trevor’s quizzical expression baffled Kara. “You and I both know the idea of the perfect family is a load of crap. But we have a mutual respect for each other, we’re both attractive, and we’re both driven. We also have something the other needs.”
    “Oh, pray, do tell.” Kara rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
    “Seriously.” The look Trevor gave her broke her heart. He had clearly thought this plan through. “You’re beautiful, intelligent, and you get me. You know my past…” Trevor took a moment before continuing. “And I’d do whatever I could to make sure you were sexually satisfied. I, on the other hand, have plenty of disposable income, and I know you need money if you want to keep this place.”
    Kara crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. Was he serious? “You want to pay me…to marry you. You’d help me keep this place…if I fuck you? So I’d be your whore?” Kara felt her face turn red-hot with anger.
    “Oh, Kara, please. Don’t be so medieval about this. No, I do not technically want to pay you to… fuck me, as you so eloquently put it. But you’d be kidding yourself if you try to deny you need the money. I can provide that for you, just like any other husband takes care of his wife.”
    Kara remained silent, trying desperately to process the information.
    “Trevor—”
    “Just think about it, love. I think it’s a situation that would greatly benefit both of us.” Trevor tossed his plate into the restaurant bag and then stood up. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, his lips lingering longer than usual. “No one knows you better than I do. I know your past, where you come from. All those nightmares you keep deep down inside…I have the same ones. We’re perfect for each other.” He narrowed his brows and gently rubbed the side of her face with his thumb. “Promise me you’ll consider it. I’ll call you later.”
    As soon as Trevor left, Kara stood and grabbed a rag to wipe down the bar. He couldn’t be serious, could he? Was she comfortable with Trevor? Absolutely. That wasn’t even a question. He’d be a good husband to her; he’d never hurt her, physically or mentally. She slowly walked to the front doors and unlocked them, the sound of the key echoing loudly in the small area. She looked around at the old, dark, wooden floor, the old-school barstools, and the jukebox in the corner. This place was her home, and she knew she was in danger of losing it. Trevor hadn’t been incorrect about that little fun fact. Without some serious money soon, thousands of dollars to be honest, she would eventually have to sell, and it would tear her in two. But could she do it? Could she trade her body and heart to keep this place? Or was Trevor right? Was she taking this to a level he hadn’t intended? He’d never think of her as some sort of property. Maybe this proposition wasn’t as black and white as she’d originally thought. After all, he was right; people compromised all the time. Give and take was a part of everyday life. Why should marriage be any different?
    Kara scowled at herself when her mind immediately went to the morning she’d shared with William. He’d made her body feel alive. She’d thought of him since then, fingering herself in her bed and in the shower; hell, her sex was beginning to clench now at the mere thought of him. There might be a thin line between love and hate, but the one they’d danced on was nothing short of ecstasy.
    Kara heard the door and quickly pasted on her best smile, ready for the beginning of the Friday night crowd, but faltered when she saw William. It was as if her mind had conjured him, and holy shit did he look amazing. Snug blue jeans, a white button-down shirt, and black cowboy