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I raise my eyes to his and he nods, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Do you think she knows who this is?”
“There’s only one way to find out. May I?”
I reach for his phone, and he nods, watching me leave with a considered expression as I head to the front of the plane.
* * *
Abigail looks wreckedas she slumps in her seat, still wearing the wedding dress, her eyes closed and her skin as pale as a white lily. For a moment, I stand and feast my eyes upon a beauty I wasn’t expecting to call my wife, and doubt I’ll ever tire of seeing that face.
Her porcelain skin and plump ruby red lips are just too tempting and those astonishing green eyes closed against the fiery gleam in them she wears so well. Her hair is sandy but highlighted with several shades, all complementing one another as they shine like a halo around her head. Her body is svelte with her curves in all the right places, the skin soft and stretched like silk over her long shapely limbs. She has been crafted from my sinful dreams and I long to ruin every single inch of her and almost as if she senses the approaching danger, her eyes snap open and she hisses, “Fucking pervert.”
“Why?” I’m amused at the fight in her as she huffs, “Staring at me like a peeping tom. What’s the matter? Don’t you have any puppy dogs to pull the tails off?”
“Just for your information…” I sit in the seat opposite and lean forward. “I hate animal cruelty and if I come across it, I fucking kill the bastard responsible.”
For a moment, her lips twitch and her expression softens, and then she mumbles, “That’s good to know.”
“Do you know this man?” I waste no time studying her reaction as she stares at the small screen.
For a moment, she doesn’t react and then she leans forward and peers a little closer. “I think I’ve seen him before. How old is this?”
“I’m guessing it must be thirty years old, give or take a few years.”
She studies it harder. “Is that Judge Stevenson?”
I nod. “Standing by your father’s side, as usual.”
“This man.” She points to the man on the other side of her father. “He looks familiar.”
I hold my breath as she studies it harder and then shakes her head. “I’ve seen that face before, but I can’t place it. Do you know his name?”
I do, but I’m not ready to reveal that yet and I shrug. “No.”
She bites her lip in concentration and there is something about her that’s confusing my emotions. Possibly it’s because she’s wearing that fucking wedding dress and looking so edible, I want to wolf her down whole.
In fact, after the sweetest kiss in the car, I have an increasing urge to carry on with that, which is inconvenient because I don’t want to catch feelings for this woman. I want to break her, but to do that I need to make her fall in love with me. More for Mario’s benefit than mine, and so I switch my approach and soften my voice.
“Does it hurt?”
I glance down and love the way her cheeks flush with color as I reference her ass. She shifts slightly and as she winces, I have my answer.
“I can help with that?”
“You’ve done enough.” She rolls her eyes and I grin, snapping my fingers so my attendant comes running.
“Bring my wife some pain killers and hot tea.”
Abigail looks up and shakes her head slightly.
“What?” I laugh softly.
She studies me hard.
“You. One minute you act like a beast and the next you’re fucking Prince Charming. I don’t know which one I’ll get next.”
“Are you complaining?”
