“Five days in paradise,” I drawled. “Swimming, sunbathing, fucking—” “Rhys.” “What, you don’t like the itinerary?” “Lower your voice,” she hissed, her face the color of the tomatoes on her plate. “People will hear.” “No one’s listening.”
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Jules sighed. “Tell your man he’s hot as hell but a total buzzkill.”
“He’s not my man. He’s my bodyguard.” I lowered my voice, but I thought I saw Rhys pause for a millisecond before he resumed polishing his knife.
“Even worse. He’s running your life and you’re not getting any dick from it.”
“Jules.”
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Thoughts about whether Bridget tasted as sweet as she looked and how much I wanted to strip away her cool demeanor until I reached the fire underneath.
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“You’d already neutralized the gunman, and I thought you were going to die.”
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I could handle getting shot. I couldn’t handle Bridget getting hurt.
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“I told you to stay put. It was a simple instruction, princess,”
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Questions. Medical checkups. More questions, plus a few claps on the back for being a “hero.”
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I was twenty-two,
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he was thirty-two.
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Because in my imagination, we were doing anything but sleeping.