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370 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 16, 2025
“I indulge in one drink a week,” he answers in a clipped tone.
“I’d hardly call that an indulgence.”
He returns to the couch, leaning forward and tenting his fingers. “You’re right. But what is an indulgence is my softness towards you.”
I make a show of looking around. “Is the softness in the room with us?”
He goes to grab his phone from his pocket. His empty pocket.
A nervous giggle bubbles from me. “Sorry. I was practicing in the car.” Reaching into my bag, I return the phone.
He shakes his head
She appears, and I turn my cheek, giving it a little pat. “Let’s get this out of the way.”
“That won’t be necessary.” She brushes past me.
Her refusal to slap me pisses me off, which I realize is an insane reaction.
“No, because I knew you were going to tell me what I wanted to know.”
“What if I didn’t?” I press.
“All water under the bridge.”
“Let’s have you dangling out of a yacht with a gator and see if you feel the same way,” I say, disgruntled.
“If that’s what you wish, I’ll have the captain ready the boat.”
“Stop,” I call, and she pauses, looking the picture of innocence. “I need my phone.”
Remi reaches into her pocket, producing Maks’ [the bodyguard] phone.
He pats his pockets and curses, and I try to hold in my laughter. “Do not touch my phone ever again,” Maks tells her sternly, snatching his phone.
“Touchy,” Remi teases, sauntering out.
Slamming down the phone, I chase after Remi. “Wait!”
Apologizing. Begging. Chasing.
The little pickpocket has stolen my sanity.
Remi considers. “Alright, let’s say we go with this plan. So you’re just going to bust the pianist’s kneecaps, and I’ll waltz right into the party?” she asks me.
“Why on earth would I bust anyone’s kneecaps?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Well, excuse me for not knowing how this mob thing works!” Remi huffs.
“Leave the logistics to me,” I assure her.