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“You’re never ‘just’ anything.” His gaze flickered between Conor and me and because he was a Bowen, I knew that he didn’t miss a damn thing. Something he confirmed when his focus drifted to my hips where I’d planted my left hand. “You’re getting into bed with the Five Points?”
“She’s already in the bed,” Conor growled, which made me shoot him a perplexed glance. “And she’s going nowhere.”
Bowen clucked his tongue. “Star’s a viper. I hope you have plenty of antivenom on hand for when she strikes.”
“I’ve built up an immunity over the years,” Conor drawled.
“Interesting.” He tilted his head to the side. “We can ride down together.”
It wasn’t a request.
I glanced warily at Conor whose mouth was a taut line, but he graced me with the slightest of nods.
“Sounds good,” I answered.
When the doors to the elevator closed behind us, Bowen asked, “When do you leave?”
“You want to get rid of me already?” I mocked.
“Where you go, trouble follows,” he retorted, wrapping both hands against the rail at the back of the elevator. Body language alone told me he was in full-on ‘I own London’ mode.
Rolling my eyes at him, I mused, “And trouble leaves London alone when I’m out of the city?”
“For the most part.” He pursed his lips as the elevator stopped on the first floor. “I want to speak with you before you leave. I’ll leave the details at the reception desk.”
I scowled. “We’re flying out tomorrow.”
“Is that the truth I hear?”
“It is. We’re leaving in the early hours.”
“Then we can speak this evening.” He dipped his chin at me then Conor. “Until later.”
When he left, Conor demanded, “Did you have a relationship with him?”
My brows lifted. “No.”
“He wants you.”
I snorted. “Is this you being jealous? If it is, it’s cute.”
His glower faded. “That’s not funny, Star.”
“Sure, it is.” With that glower still aimed at me, I mused out loud, “You do realize you’re the only guy I’ll allow to touch me, Conor?”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that now, never mind years ago when I first came across Tryn, the notion of a guy touching me sexually makes me heave.” I fought the urge to retch at just the possibility. “As for the past, I used men, Conor. Every one of them I came across was a fool waiting for me to lead them around by their dicks.”
“And I’m not a fool?”
“And you’re not,” I said easily, reaching up to run my hand along the sharp edge of his jaw, hoping that would soothe him rather than incite. “Got your ring on my finger,” I reminded him.
“You do. What happened with him?”
Sad that he didn’t feel secure enough to let go of this, I hitched a shoulder. “He doesn’t like my methods. Can’t blame him. The guy thinks he walks on water. He was just asking to be pulled off his pedestal.”
For the first time since Bowen had interrupted us, amusement gleamed in Conor’s eyes. “Why does he want to speak with you later?”
