Page 26 of Resisting Mr. Rich


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“Logan, what the—?” she hisses as the group start climbing the stairs again and new chatter breaks out.

No idea, I mouth, feigning ignorance.

We carry on with the tour, going out onto the roof and I suck in a breath of fresh air, despite the space still being limited.

“Thank fuck no one farted in there. We’d have all choked to death.”

“Please don’t talk to me,” Maddy says as she snaps a picture of the view with her phone.

“Shall I take one for you?” the older woman from earlier offers.

She takes Maddy’s phone out of her hand before waiting for a reply and then motions with her hands. “I can’t fit you in unless you move closer.”

Maddy’s eyes narrow at me. “Don’t even think about—”

I wrap my arm around her waist, and she bristles as I pull her into my side, my hand clasping her hip.

“Are the shudders because you’re turned on?” I whisper in her ear as our picture’s taken.

“God,” she groans at me before thanking the lady as she takes her phone back. “More like violated. Don’t mistake physical contact for a blossoming friendship. We aren’t going to ride off into the sunset together now, you know?”

“Shame. I bet you’re good at riding.”

“Ugh, please stop.” She turns and glares at me. “I preferred it when you were being a moody jerk on the yacht over this version of you.”

“I wasn’t moody.”

She scoffs. “You were.”

I purse my lips, then pluck her phone from her hands. “Would a moody jerk make you smile like that?” I turn the phone around, and Maddy snatches it, staring at the screen.

“That’s not a smile.” She squints at the photo of the two of us, me with my arm around her, her with the hint of a smile on her lips.

“Looks like one to me.” I stand behind her and rest my chin on her shoulder to study the image.

She reaches up and pushes me away with a flick to my forehead. “Get off before I throw you off this roof.”

I chuckle, resisting the urge to mess with her more.

She’s still staring at the photo as I stand and take in the view over Rome, all thoughts of home, Dad, and weddings temporarily gone.

And my earlier headache has vanished.

Chapter 9

Maddy

“You’reabillionaireandyou don’t have a coin?” I fish a euro out of my wallet and slap it into Logan’s palm. “Here.”

“It’s fine. Have it back.”

“Shut up.” I tut, closing my wallet so he can’t drop the coin back inside. “Everyone has to make a wish. It’s the law of the Trevi Fountain.”

“Sounds like something you just made up.”

“Just throw the damn coin.”

I close my eyes, silently preparing my wish. The breeze blows my hair around my face, but I ignore it, mentally conjuring up the image of Drew being happy to make it more powerful.

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