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She brushes her fingers against mine as she takes the glass from me. “Who do you think?” she asks before taking a sip.
“Me?” My heart stalls, waiting to see if I guessed right.
She pushes her hand against my chest, laughing slightly. “Maybe.” She steps away. “It’s your turn.”
I line my shot up, shoot with just enough force, and another ball goes into the far pocket. “Maybe? Or am I right?” I lean over the table, aiming, and then sink another ball.
“Yes.” She takes another sip, and I stand straight, my eyes catching hers.
“I’m sure your dad would have loved that.”
She blows out a breath. “Oh, I know.”
As intriguing as this conversation is, I don’t like talking about the night of her prom. It was a bad time for me. And I change the subject. “Listen, Rhiannon, what happened tonight…”
She cuts in, “I still can’t believe you did that.”
I shrug. “Didn’t seem like a big deal to me.” I move closer. “But, whatwasa big deal was your little stunt.”
She holds up a hand. “Yeah, I get it.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” She places her cue stick down and takes another sip of her drink.
“Well, I’m sure your dad has the news I’ve got you by now.”
She visibly shakes a bit. “I expect him here any minute.”
I laugh. “I don’t.”
She cocks a brow. “What game are you playing, Xavier?”
I step closer. “Billiards?”
“No, really.”
I set my stick on the table, caging her in with my arms. “I’m playing don’t fuck with me.” She sucks in a breath. “And anyone who does, I’ll make sure they get theirs.”
And I will.
Her wide eyes don't leave mine. There’s about zero inches between us, and I breathe in her scent as my heart beats an edgy rhythm. “You should get to bed. We leave early tomorrow,” I say, pushing my arms off the table to stand back.
She doesn’t say a word, just rushes out the door, swaying that ass like a pendulum to hypnotize me. I don’t think she realizes how sexy she walks. I shouldn't realize how sexy she walks.
And I sure as hell shouldn't be hard.
But I am.
Chapter 17
Rhiannon
Sometimes we find an unlikely ally in places we least expect. I've found one in Krista. After giving her a card with two wildflowers growing in a pile of poop, with the inside reading: ‘Friends are like wildflowers, often found in the most unlikely places,’ the barriers came down. While she helps gather my things, in hushed whispers, she fills me in on our destination: Los Angeles.
Apparently Xavier has homes in many cities, but LA is the primary residence. She doesn't stop there, finally revealing these men who never speak to me are Xavier’s security detail, the best and brightest money can buy: geniuses, ex-military men, men who are all, without an inkling of a doubt, loyal to Xavier. Not that Krista isn't loyal to him. I mean, she’s not setting me free. For all I know, he approved this info. But, I’ll take what I can get.
Like the prisoner I am, I'm hustled into a waiting black SUV with tinted windows. After a long flight, late in the night, we arrive at a gated mansion that causes my jaw to drop. The two story stone structure beams with light from it’s glass-filled front. I’m not sure exactly what Xavier does, but this compound far exceeds even what my father owns.
