Page 220 of Hateful Games

“Have my toast until then,” Nathan slides his plate to her and holds it up to her mouth.

“I’m still waiting for an answer,” informs Rosalie, while digging into the pancakes after pouring chocolate syrup over them. “How did you find us? You better not have felt guilty and spilled, Bee.”

“I didn’t.”

Dash speaks up. “I tracked Bianca.”

“Like a chip or a tracker?” grumbles Rosalie, pausing mid-bite.

“No. With a torch.”

I’m shaking my head before even my Rose responds.

“Careful, lover boy,” warns my wife deviously. “Too many hot coffees around. One might land in your pretty face.”

“Stop threatening my man, Ro.”

Outraged, Rosalie squints her eyes at her best friend. “Are you okay with this?”

“There are perks.”

Rosalie looks betrayed, her stare boring into Bianca’s, like she’s lost her mind. Just as quickly, her head snaps to mine. Her fork raised in my direction. “No.”

“I’m afraid it’s not up to you, little hellion.” I tip the sharp weapon down with my hand. “Unless you’ve changed your mind about a bodyguard.”

“No.”

“Tracker it is.”

“That is psychotic.”

“Protective, wife.” Grinning, I tease, “In the language of your book boyfriends, romantic.”

“Don’t expect to win an argument with that, hubby.”

“Au contraire.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

Bianca pitches in, telling Dash, “You did ruin our girls’ vacation, darling.”

“Is that what it was?” murmurs Dash. “You voicing your unhappiness when you were screaming my name last night, wifey?”

Instead of answering him, Bianca glances at Rosalie. “You have my blessing to throw the coffee.”

“Brat,” admonishes Dash, pulling her down for a kiss that is highly indecent for public. Bianca chuckles against his lips when he stands with her in his arms.

“There’s still time for our flight, Dash.”

He smirks. “I know.”

Rosalie turns to me as soon as they leave. “What flight?”

“Don’t worry, ours is in the evening.”

“Why?”

“You want to invite your friends to our honeymoon?”

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