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“I am. It’s because I’m so tense.”
“He will do nothing to you as long as I’m around.”
“But you can’t always be with me, Brett.”
“Someone will be. Please talk to Sam about a restraining order.”
“It won’t do any good. He’ll just stay out of sight, and getting one takes a while. I’d have to go to court, and he would too. I can’t face him there. If I think he made my life miserable before, it has nothing on how he’d be after court.”
Brett entered the room, squatted by the tub, put his hand in the water, and moved it around.
“I understand, but he will never let you alone unless you do something.”
“Stalkers are crazy. Ryder’s wife, Kelsey, had a stalker. That’s how she came here. Ryder protected her, but they arrested her stalker before he could find her.”
“That’s good, but Stafford knows where you are, JoJo. Hell, he might even know you’re here, and he knows where you work.”
“I’ll talk to Sam or Nevada. Maybe they can have a word with him.”
“Whatever you think is best, but I still think you should get a restraining order.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“It’s all I can ask, baby.”
“Could you hand me a towel? I’m about to turn into a prune.”
****
“Sure.” Brett stood, pulled a towel off the rack, and held it up for her. When she stood and the water glided down her body, his dick went into overdrive. He wrapped the towel around her, lifted her from the tub, and dried her.
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
He could hear the laughter in her voice.
“Hell, no. My dick’s so damn hard; I could break concrete.” He chuckled when she burst out laughing. He hung up the towel.
“What a romantic you are.”
“I’m sorry, was I supposed to be romantic about a hard-on?”
When she snorted, he laughed. Then she shook her head.
“You are something else, Brett… what is your middle name?”
“Nope.”
“Nope is your middle name? Your parents have a strange sense of humor.”
“You’re a fucking comedian. I said nope, because I’m not telling you. Women love using it to let us men know we’re in trouble. The thing is, we already know we are. Besides, why should I tell you mine if you won’t tell me yours?”
“Fair enough.”
“So, you’re not going to tell me?”
“Not yet.”
“Doesheknow?” Brett clenched his jaw.
