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“Why don’t I just walk around naked?” I rolled my eyes.

Khadri stopped, licked his lips then sighed.

“Even better.” He cooed. “But then what would I?—”

“I can’t take your credit card.” I blurted out before he could say something else to make me blush more.

When I tried handing it back, Pasha yanked it from my fingers.

“Yes, you can!” She cheered, taking my hand and tugging me after her. “Let’s go! We have a lot to do and very little time to do it in!”

She paused to kiss his right cheek as he stuck his left to me.

Without thinking, I kissed it before Pasha was yanking me after her again.

“Love you!” She hollered over a shoulder. “Byeeee!”

13

KHADRI “MOROS” WESTON

We landed in Jamaica to some bad news. The night before, Theodore had fallen and broken his hip and would be in the hospital for a little while. The doctors wanted to ensure it began healing properly before letting him go home.

Ryanne and I agreed to wait a little before we walked in on their lives.

While waiting, I wanted nothing more than to see her in that bikini—to sit back and pretend all she held about her, her body were mine.

But she hadn’t been doing well.

She was anxious and I gave her space.

As much as my body wanted to feel her again, I kept that to myself because I understood this moment was huge for her. She’d gone her entire life believing she was alone in the world.

Now she found out she hadn’t been alone, they more or less just didn’t want her.

I wasn’t sure which thought would hurt her more. The first night I tried holding her. While she said nothing, she shrugged away from me and had taken to sleeping at the very edge of the bed.

As a man, I was confused as to what that meant but I knew one thing—she didn’t like me being with her at nights.

The third night, I found blankets in the linen closet of the house Tex had rented and left them on the sofa in the office while I went for a run.

During the days, the temperature had been entirely too hot to do much of anything. When the sun was high in the sky, it felt as if my skin was melting from my bones.

It was a different kind of heat.

I spent the first few days working with Tex on her case and with Boss who was overseeing the work on demolishing what was left of Musk.

I had an architect working on proposals for the new bar, all the while fielding calls from the insurance company.

The work kept me busy and kept me from pressuring her into talking, opening up to me.

And after a few attempts of getting her to open up, I decided it was best to leave her with her demons.

After my run, I returned to Ryanne making dinner. I went to shower and once I was dressed, I fielded a call from Tex.

“Well, he’s out.” Tex told me. “Maybe you can go see him tomorrow?”

I agreed and after receiving location information, I hung up, plugged the phone to charge then made my way into the kitchen.

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