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“You don’t trust anybody,” Chase pointed out with a quirk of his brows.
“True. But Emily has proven herself to me. And she saved my ass on multiple occasions by wrongly tipping off the cops.”
Chase frowned as though he didn’t fully accept my words or understand what was going on.
“I’m sorry I held a gun to your head,” he finally said to her, albeit a bit grudgingly.
“No problem,” she replied. “Chris did, too, at one point.” She pointed at me. And then she added, “I was just going to make some soup. Are you hungry?”
I sent my brother a signal that it was time for him to leave, but he cocked an eyebrow at me. Then, he shrugged like the bastard he was and smirked in his typical playboy fashion before saying, “I could eat.”
I frowned. Was he trying to flirt with her after he had just threatened her life? Jeez, did he really think that would work on Emily?
Ha, he didn’t know what a tough cookie she was.
But apparently, Emily forgot what a tough cookie she was, too, because she smiled back at him and gave him an almost coquettish look.
Huh?
I frowned even more.
And it got worse. Throughout the dinner, I could tell he was trying to charm her with his wild stories and frequent compliments about her eyes. And it was quickly getting on my last nerve.
“No, I’m serious,” he gushed. “The cops were on my ass that day, and I couldn’t shake ‘em. It was between getting into the sewage or dumpster diving.”
“Oh my gosh.” Her eyes widened like that was the most fascinating thing anyone had ever fucking said. “What did you do then?”
Chase shook his head, grinning widely. “Let’s just say I got real fucking friendly with the Philly rats that day.”
“That was very brave of you,” Emily praised, laughing again while Chase chuckled.
“You know, you have a really pretty laugh,” he pointed out, and she practically glowed under his compliment. Meanwhile, I was glaring daggers at both of them.
I could kill him,the thought flashed through my mind. I could kill my brother for this alone.
Luckily, Chase received a phone call from one of his men and saved me from committing fratricide by leaving soon after.
After which, I turned to Emily.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I growled.
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EMILY
“What ismyproblem?” Heat rose rapidly within me, replacing any of the good humor the night had brought. “What isyourproblem?”
Chris stalked closer, and I saw the wild heat raging in his eyes. It should have terrified me. If I had any good sense, I should have been running far in the other direction. But I wasn’t scared of him. I didn’t think I’d ever truly been scared of him, even in the beginning, when I thought he was a murderer.
And now, whatever cautions I always held toward him disappeared as it always did, replaced with nothing but hot fiery emotion.
As well as so much passion that I could feel it bubbling up in my blood.
I stalked closer to him, glaring at him and showing him that I wasn’t going to back down this time.
He smirked darkly at my audacity. “My problem is that you’re going around flirting with men that aren’t yours. Men you shouldn’t be talking to. Right in front of my face.”
I frowned at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
