Page 79 of South Beach Bodyguards

“Then I hope Ricardo tells her to go to New York. She’ll be safe there.”

“Are you sure?”

There were no guarantees of anything, but I was sure. “Yeah. Don’t worry.”

“Too late. All I’ve been doing is worrying. But I’ve been worrying about Eva my whole life. People have always taken advantage of her.”

“She’s lucky she has you.” I meant that. It was clear Olivia would protect her twin with her own life.

“Do you have any siblings?”

“Nope. My mom was smart enough to stop after me.”

“Why, are you a lot to handle?”

She was flirting with me. My dark mood started to lift. I liked the sound of that. “I like to think so.”

Olivia laughed. I had only heard her laugh once before and it turned me on. It was a sexy, husky laugh. “Tell me what time to meet you, idiot. I’ll let you know if I can’t get out of here.”

“Be careful. Text me your number.” I needed to hang up. There was a fucking lump in my throat and I wanted to dig my fingers into my flesh and yank that golf ball right out.

This was a dangerous road to be traveling. Yet, I pushing down on the gas, literally and figuratively, accelerating straight forward.

Ricardo had a driver take Eva to the airport. She tried to get me to go with her, but I refused. I glared at Ricardo after she left. “You could at least go with her to the airport. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I have a headache.” He was wearing track pants and a T-shirt and carrying a mug of tea across his ginormous kitchen. “I was held at gun point today, you know.”

“I was held overnight in a locked room so I win.” Wester’s two colleagues had left and I thought Ricardo and I were actually alone in the house which made me more than a little uneasy.

“Fine. I’ll buy you a car if that will make you feel better.”

“I just want you to stop cheating on my sister.” It was time for us to be honest. Too much had gone down in the last eighteen hours for me to keep my mouth shut any longer. I had on jeans and a tank top and I felt more like myself. “Do you think you can manage that?”

“Probably not,” he said, sipping his tea. “I know it’s wrong, but Eva is too… sweet. She is a perfect wife, but she’s not a good lover. I’m sorry, she’s just not.”

I really actually hated him. “Maybe you’re just a lousy teacher.”

But he just shrugged. “Maybe. I’m used to whores. I’ve never had to put much effort into it.”

There was really nothing he could say that wasn’t gross. He was a human port-o-potty. “You are disgusting. I want to puke in my mouth when I listen to you.”

“Sometimes I feel the same way about myself.” He leaned against the counter and sighed. “I do wish I was a better person, you know. But no one taught me how. I’ve been a brat since birth and my parents encouraged it.”

I pulled my backpack up off the floor and threw it over my shoulder. His poor little rich boy routine was lost on me. “I don’t feel an ounce of sympathy for you. Everyone makes choices. Maybe you should make the conscious choice not to be a douchebag.”

“Maybe you should make the conscious choice not to be such an uptight bore. The only time I’ve ever seen you even remotely enjoy yourself was when Lewiston was between your legs on my patio.”

My cheeks heated. I was so furious I lost the ability to speak. I was done exchanging words with him. “God, I hope my sister divorces you and takes you to the cleaners, then donates all the money to charity.”

“I’ve got a prenup. Air tight. My father doesn’t have seven lawyers for no reason. But she’ll never divorce me anyway.”

I decided to leave the man-child without another word. I couldn’t take another second in his presence. I headed for the front door.

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here.”

It was time to leave one surreal world for another.

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