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“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Oh, I know you aren’t. Two minutes!” He’s gone, and then I hear the shower running.
A man like Slade couldn’t possibly settle for a woman like me. I won’t let my heart get crushed. It is better not to know what he feels like than have him realize down the track he was only interested in the chase, and now he is bored, and the longer I stay here, the messier it will get when it all falls apart.
There’s nothing to be done but escape.
The Duke is parked in the driveway, and I know where the keys are, so I do what any sane person would do. I plot to slip a sedative into his drink the next time he goes to the bathroom. Tucker put the sedatives in the medical kit, which usually resides in the kitchen, but Slade brought it and put the kit in his bathroom so that he could keep an eye on me. I need to hijack enough sedatives when I use the bathroom because the guy is massive. Maybe I’ll get him to bring my get-well gifts to his room while I use the toilet.
Tucker won’t be here to make us food while the man-mountain watches over me, so he will prepare us both something to eat and drink, and then when he uses the bathroom or returns our plates to the kitchen, I will slip it into his bottle of water he keeps on his side of the bed.
I’ve got time to achieve my goal.
And then I will make a run for it.
Holland doesn’t live far from here, and Ophelia won’t be staying at his place tonight.
Piece of cake.
“Woman, stop scheming,” he hollers from the bathroom as the water shuts off.
It’s like he can read my mind.
“Read one of your romance books. It might get you up to speed on what’s going on between us.”
“Nothing is going on, and I don’t need a book to educate me,” I holler back, throwing the bed coverings off me, swinging my legs over the edge because I’ve had enough. I am out of here.
The bathroom door whooshes open. “Don’t even think about it.” Slade stands there in just a low-slung towel, dripping wet.
Gulp.
“What? I say innocently. “I was going to find the get-well gifts from my friends.”I will not look at his granite-hard body or that strong V that would tempt a nun.
“I will bring them to you, and you were not.”
“Was too,” I reply, feeling the urge to poke my tongue out at him like a child.
“You gotta lie better than that on my watch, Firebird.”
“Put some clothes on or pull the towel up,” I snap.
Not that I was looking.
Slade chuckles.
Damn behemoth!
Seventy-Six
FAN CLUB
Ophelia
We walk hand-in-hand out onto the sidewalk after a romantic dinner when my phone starts going off.
“Gwen or Angus?” Tucker hazards a guess, releasing my hand.
I check my messages and show him, and then we both laugh.
