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“No, I don’t know.”
My grip tightens in her hair.
“But what’s the likelihood her father would kill her? If he wanted her dead, he could have showed up at her school at any time.”
Blue sniffles. “Yeah. Right there in the middle of the library where she always hides.”
“He could have invited her for lunch,” I say, wincing at realizing what I just suggested.
“You mean like I did?”
“Only because I forced you to.”
“Yeah, I remember now why I hate you. Thanks for that.”
Soft laughter shakes my chest. “I never claimed to be a good guy, Blue. And I won’t start that bullshit now.”
“No worries. I knew you were an asshole the first night I saw you.”
I know nothing about you. But what I see in you is familiar…
My hand flattens on her back, and I close my eyes as the memory surfaces.
“I take it you’ve met my type before?”
“Sure have,” she answers. “And if you would have listened then, we might not be in this situation.”
I roll my head over the pillow to look down at the top of her head. “The Brinley thing would have happened whether I listened or not. Just because of who her dad is.”
Blue rolls to her back, the low neckline of her shirt struggling to keep her tits in place. My eyes lock on her body, admiring the view.
“That’s not the situation I’m talking about.”
I’m too damn tired to try to figure out what thoughts are rolling through her head this time.
“You’ll have to help me out here, Blue. I’m not following.”
Arching her back in a way that makes my dick jump, she looks up at me.
“We wouldn’t be sharing battle scars because you’re trying to find a way to apologize for being an asshole.”
The corner of my mouth curls into a smirk. “Yeah, well, maybe things would have gone a little easier if you weren’t such a crazy bitch all the time.”
Blue grins. “What can I say? You drag it out of me.”
I smile at that, remembering the bruise she left on my cheek the night she kicked me and the bruise blooming on my jaw now from her impressive right hook.
“So are we sharing a room tonight or what?”
“That depends,” she answers, flattening her body back down on the mattress.
“On what?”
“Whether or not you can keep your hands where they belong.”
My brows tug together. “It’s not like we haven’t fucked already. From what I remember, you liked it.”
“I also like to keep it behind closed doors.”
