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“I’ll send you down with Kevin,” he said. “In the morning.” He turned to me. “Kevin is my head of security. You’ll meet him tomorrow if you haven’t already.”
Maria nodded and began clearing the table.
“Do you need help?” I asked and grabbed my plate.
“No, sweet girl,” Maria said. “You go and rest. You must be tired.”
I nodded, disappointed not to be able to help. I hated having maids and staff hovering over me. I had legs and a heartbeat, too. Why did I need all the fanfare? It was no different here than at home, though.
Warwick followed me upstairs as I went to lie down. I tried not to get butterflies when I thought of his tall and muscular physique inches from me. I needed his strength. I wanted to soak it up. What would he do if I just turned around and kissed him?
Probably run. That’s what he’d do. No one needs a drama-filled princess like me right now.
I sighed loudly.
“You okay?” Warwick asked. He touched my arm and turned me around.
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m so sorry. I kind of wish I’d just gone through with the marriage. At least then, it would only be me hurting.”
“Nah, you’re too good for that,” Warwick said.
My stomach danced with nervous energy. “Not really. But even if I am, I had no choice what family I was born into.” I was too tired even to question it any longer. “Listen, I’m going to go back and marry Alex. We can pretend this never happened.”
Warwick’s eyes grew dark and intense. His hand tightened on my arm, and I winced in pain.
“Listen,” he hissed. “I shot a man today because of you. So when I tell you we are going to the beach house to stay safe, that is exactly what we are doing. There is no going back. Now get your clothes and let’s go. It’s a long drive.”
Warwick’s voice was low and gravelly as he spoke. His eyes were dark and unreadable, and I wondered why he was getting so worked up about me leaving and solving his problem, which was, namely, me. I shivered in nervous excitement. Whatever his reason, being spoken to with such passion by him aroused me right to my core.
Warwick let go of me and rubbed my arm for a second. His touch was utilitarian, but it had the hint of something else. Affection? Attraction? I had no idea, but I knew I wanted to find out.
I obeyed his orders, got dressed, packed the clothes Maria bought for me, and headed down to the front door. Warwick appeared wearing fitted cargo pants and a tank top. He looked just like the hottest character out of an action film. I only hoped he’d let me be the heroine that makes him fall in love.
The trip to the beach house seemed to take forever. I dozed in the backseat while Warwick drove. We had agreed that I should lay low in the back seat. By the time we arrived, the sun peeked out on the horizon, ready to start a new day. I sat up and looked around. I had no idea where I was. I did know I had to pee again.
“Where—” I asked, but Warwick cut me off.
“The less you know the better,” he said. I nodded in agreement. That might be true because so far, I had managed to make a mess out of everything I touched.
Warwick led me into the opulent beach house. It looked like nothing more than a large shack on the outside, but inside was decorated as well as his mansion.
“Where…” I asked again. Warwick glared at me, stopping my question midway through.
“I keep it looking shabby intentionally outside. Keeps people away. Not that there’s much of anyone around here anyway. And yes, the security is as good here as my other place. And yes, you are the only person ever on the planet that’s been here besides me. And no, I’m not sure I do trust you fully, but at the same time, what choice do I really have?” Warwick rambled, his low voice emotionless.
“Wow, that was a lot,” I chuckled. “I was just going to ask where the bathroom was.”
Warwick stopped for a second and then laughed. His laughter startled me more than his disapproval. His lips broke into an even smile, and his cheekbones danced in pleasure while his green eyes twinkled with mischief.
“Wow, yeah, maybe I need some sleep,” he said. “Down the hall to the right.”
When I came back to the marble and stainless-steel kitchen, Warwick was opening a bottle of wine. “Care for a glass before bed?”
I nodded and watched him pour. “Thanks,” I said and took a small sip. It went right to my head. I rarely drank.
“Let’s watch a movie,” Warwick offered suddenly. “We can probably both do with some light-hearted humor.”
“Sure!”
