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Jethro would rather be whipped again than spend one more minute watching Trinity dance and flirt with male after male. He swore in the last couple of hours, she’d flirted with every male in the place. Right now, she slow danced with a large, handsy Guard. She grabbed his wrist and moved his hand off her butt...again. Jethro wanted to storm over there, tear the guy’s arms off and shove them up his...He downed his beer before sliding it forward for a refill.
“You should slow down,” said Indy.
“Shut up.” He drank half of the next beer. His head spun as he stared at Trinity. He wanted her. She was the one that he always wanted, and she was here. Alone. Without Hugh. Soon she and him would pretend to be a couple. She was his, and that Guard kept touching her. He stood.
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