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“Only just.” The deep line I like to tempt out between her brows appears. “I don’t get a headache with this.”
“That’s what this is? Avoiding a headache?”
“It’s choosing not to fight with you for a change.”
She gathers up her nightdress from the floor and clutches it to the front of her as her eyes scan up and down my body.
“Right,” I murmur.
Her eyes snap to mine, her usual fire back in them. “Don’t be an asshole.”
“I said one word. But just so we’re clear, you don’t want to fight with me anymore?”
She purses her lips, then jerks her head side to side quickly like a stubborn toddler.
“But you fight with me every day. Multiple times.”
Her eyes rake over my body, and I twist subtly to make my abs flex.
“Then I guess this could happen again.” She frowns, her attention glued to my stomach. “But it’s only until we get back to London. No one can know, and if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”
“Mads.”
“Logan.” Her eyes meet mine, a steely determination in them.
I’ve just been told she’s up for no strings sex for the rest of this trip. I can’t deny the idea is a hell of a lot more appealing than her usual hatred toward me. But as I nod back at her, my lips set in a firm line, I know this is probably the worst deal I’ve ever agreed to in my life.
I don’t even fucking negotiate.
I glance at Maddy as I make us both a coffee. She’s sitting in my kitchen window seat, tapping away on her laptop in the sun, her legs folded underneath her on the seat. It’s day one back in Rome and she’s barely spoken since we left Milan. She hasn’t mentioned a thing about what happened.
“You working on the article?”
“I was.”
“You going to let me read it?”
Her head snaps up and something passes over her face before she schools her features. “No. It’s… No.”
“Okay. So, what are you working on?”
She looks up and her eyes brighten. “Book fairy mail.”
I screw my face up in confusion.
“I send out books from people’s wish lists to them.” She spins her laptop screen toward me. There’s a list of books as she scrolls down.
“Is this part of what you do, then? At work? Send them out as a marketing thing?”
“No.” She turns the screen back to face her. “It’s just something I like to do myself.”
“You gift people all those books yourself?” I hold out her coffee mug and she closes her laptop and takes the mug from me. “When I came for the meeting with Eve, your desk was covered in boxes. Was that—?”
“Yep. More fairy mail.” She shrugs as she blows the steam from the top of her mug. “Books give people—”
“A safe place. An escape.” I smile as I take a seat next to her and sip my coffee.
Her eyes narrow, accompanied by an impressed smile, rather than her usual frown. “You do listen.”
