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“I have no clue who Uncle Adrian is, but I like him.”
Marius growls. “Hell, no. Not going there.”
I arch an eyebrow.
“Adrian is hot,” Violet mouths.
Her husband narrows his eyes at her, and teasingly bites her earlobe.
He must beveryattractive, to get everyone so hot and bothered about it. Especially given their tastes for sharing.
“I’d be curious to meet him,” I say.
“You will not,” is Marius’s immediate reply.
I turn to Rhys. “When can you introduce me?”
I couldn’t be less interested in anything, except getting under Marius’s skin. He deserves it after yesterday.
And I succeed. “Try me, and I will fuck you so hard you literally can’t walk until he leaves town again.”
Everyone around the table snickers—at my expense or his.
“Seriously, what’s the deal?” Roman asks.
“He got divorced, finally,” Violet says. “And everyone knows he’sthebachelor of Thorn Falls. Billionaire, senator, hottie? He puts the rest of you to shame.”
“He’sforty,” Marius protests.
Violet shrugs. “So is Henry Cavill. And they’re just as hot as each other.”
He grumbles, his hand reaching for my thigh. I don’t even think he’s doing it on purpose.
I grin.
“You should at least google him,” she tells me.
I grab my phone to do just that, then I gasp.
Holy shit, heishot.
Only when the guys around the table sigh audibly do I realize I’ve let that escape out loud.
“He’s very similar to Camden, really, so we know exactly what my cousin will look like in two decades,” Rhys says.
“Lucky Morgan.”
“I’ll be hot too,” Marius argues. “My father was a catwalk model.”
“Okay, sure, but he’s no Adrian Hunt,” Violet quips.
The most remarkable thing about the man still on my screen is that he looks young. Definitely nowhere near thirty, let alone forty. Maybe he eats the hearts of virgins or sacrifices them on a burning pyre. Whatever his secret, if he ever runs out of billions, he could just bottle it and sell it.
After breakfast, Marius drives me to college.
I’m surprised to watch him park in the drop-off area before the Rose Hall. “Don’t you have classes?”
“It’s not like they’re going to teach much a week before finals,” he says with a shrug. “I have to see my father this morning. But I’ll pick you up tonight. When’s your last class?”
