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Lina rises. “Visitor? One of my girls was on a date, and . . . did he have a scar?”
The bottom falls out of my stomach and I nod.
Her eyes cut to Nicolo. “You might have a problem, my love.”
“Have you heard the name El Cabeza?” he asks quietly.
She’s silent a moment. But nods. “Yes.”
ChapterTwenty-One
NICOLO
“My love,” Avah mutters as I lead her out of the beautiful house in Preston Hollow, one of the most exclusive and leafy neighborhoods in Dallas.
She’s stinking fucking mad, my Avah, and call me a sexist pig, but damn it feels good, the jealousy that radiates from her like a cloud.
“Not what you’d associate with me?”
She shoots me a dark and evil look. “Not what I associate with the dark-haired Dolly Parton of Dallas.”
“The . . . ?” Then I chuckle. “That isn’t a whorehouse,Tesoro. She runs a very exclusive, very upscale escort service. People try and fail to work for her.”
“And you?”
“Not your escort type, babe.” I pull her to a stop and then into my arms where I kiss her slow and thorough, taking my time, losing myself a little in the heat and wet sweetness of her mouth, the way her tongue works with mine, her sigh.
But we’re also out in the open and my cock is beginning to stir right as the edges of my awareness start to shrink down to just her and me and the bone melt of his moment.
I lift my head. “And yeah, we fucked, if that’s what you want to know. Lina is exceedingly talented.”
“Let go of me, Nico.”
“No.” I nip her ear and suckle a little at her naked lobe. “If I wanted to keep fucking her, I would be and you and I? Wouldn’t be a thing. I wouldn’t have fucked your fine ass. Not that I’ve fucked that yet, but it’s on my hit list.”
“Romantic, Nicolo.”
I laugh. “Honest.” Then I do let her go. “Come on, let’s get out of here, I need to do some work.”
* * *
Avah is quiet through dinner, and I want to touch her, more than anything, but I don’t. There’s hurt in her gaze when she thinks I’m not fucking looking, but while she’s thinking this is about Lina, it isn’t.
It’s Avah. I like her, way too much. It’s something I need to acknowledge, something I can’t really do a fucking thing about.
Avah is light and good. I’m, well, not. At least, not in the way a girl like her needs. I should have denied the urge for her. Should have left her untouched.
But how the fuck was I meant to do that when she stripped and got in my shower?
Sins of the flesh are my jam. I defy anyone to turn down a morsel as tasty as Avah. As divine. As glorious.
Shit. I need to not go there. It’s in my best interest not to. She’ll be gone when this is done. I’m going to have to make sure of it. Her in this city? I’m not sure I’d be able to keep my hands to myself. Because when I look at her, the word mine gets stronger with each passing second.
If she stays she’ll end up miserable, hating me.
She wants that fucking picket fence.
I’m not forever.
