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“Can I ask you something?” Shyla asked into the silence that had hung around them both for a while.
On his side next to her, Score was running his fingertips up and down her body. If she didn’t say something to take her mind off his torment, she’d beg him for more before he was ready to give it.
“I don’t want to talk about it in bed.”
“No,” she said, shifting onto her side to face him. “Not that.”
Talking about his family and the plan intended to send them to jail wasn’t exactly the most romantic pillow talk. Being in bed with him, enjoying their proximity and the warmth of their lingering passion, was just about as perfect a moment as Shyla could ever have imagined.
He rested his hand on her waist. “What?”
“Why did you break up with me?” He frowned. “When you found o
