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~Luca~
That stronzo.
I replayed the moment on the drive over, his hand on her arm, the way he had touched her like he had any right, like she was something he could just reach for, and my jaw tightened all over again.
Five glasses of wine and whatever remained of his common sense had apparently exited the building together, because only a man with no functioning self-preservation instincts puts his hands on a woman with a bodyguard standing twelve feet away.
A bodyguard who was having a very difficult evening already. I wonder what she had said to him.
After I said what I said, Jean had barely been able to locate his own spine, let alone his dignity. He had sat back in that chair looking deflated and faintly confused, like a balloon that someone had let the air out of slowly.
