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I lean in, holding my breath, careful not to wake him as I gently push my fingers through his.
Then he jerks, grunting with disgust, his curdled face too close to mine.
“Yeah.Yeah.No, I don’t give a shit...where’s that med evac?” he mutters. “Call Woods, Nobel, fucking Mr. Strauss if you have to! Gering’s hit and the girl’s not good. She’s out, barely has a pulse, bleeding all over me. That sick fuck—he had them in cages. Yeah, roger.Cages.”
His eyes pop open.
My heart leaps up my throat and I gasp.
“The fuck?” he whispers, one eye snapping open. His horrified expression fades into amusement as he wakes. “Do you always watch people sleep, stalker girl, or is this flight just that boring?”
Dick.
I want to punch him, but the wheels are turning in my head, wondering if I’ve just seen a glimpse of his trauma.
“You were having a nightmare...” I tell him, picking up my ginger ale and taking a sip. “Does being on this plane remind you of anything? If you’re stressed, you can tell me.”
“Maybe I’ve got a confession to make,” he whispers without looking at me, his face falling.
I sit up, waiting on tenterhooks as he slowly looks at me again.
“I have this terrible habit of fucking around with gullible little brats. Especially brats I can’t actuallyfuckwith.” His look turns devilish. “I was awake the whole time. I faked it because I knew it’d get you wet for that stupid paper.”
No flipping way!
This time, I bang my fist into his granite bicep.
It’s like hitting a thousand-pound bull. The sheer force reverberates back up my arm, leaving me rubbing my hand.
Chris chuckles like it’s nothing.
“You suck,” I hiss. “You sounded so serious, too.”
“Come on, princess. A little fun never hurt anybody. We’ll be landing soon, and then you can get away from me. Do you want to hit the casinos later, or what?”
I roll my eyes.
“Your first mistake is assuming I still want to doanythingwith you when you’re a total...dick.”
I hesitate on the last word.
Part of me wants to call him a tease, a manwhore, but I don’t because I’m afraid he’ll prove me right. If he picks up some random woman to sleep with while we’re out on the town... I don’t even know how I’ll cope.
Especially when I can’t shake the feeling that he’s still flirting, working me over, setting me up for more embarrassment if my better senses fail and I lean in for another kiss.
But why?
That’s what I can’t figure out.
All I know is when I look into his swirling green eyes, they’re devoid of everything but mischief.
“And the second?” he clips.
“Huh?”
“My second mistake. Usually naming the first implies there’s more,” he grumbles.
“Trusting you,” I say, bitterness dripping from my voice.
