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No.

But she would be.

She wanted him around so she could have an alibi when she strangled the man for not freaking paying attention to what she’d previously said.

Yeah, that was exactly why.

When she looked over, Ethan was staring at her. He had that look on his face, and she knew exactly what he was thinking.

“I know,” she said.

“Do you? I don’t like you playing ‘kiss me, fuck me’, with Alexsandr Dominik, Elizabeth. He’s a menace, and he doesn’t exactly like women.”

She snorted.

“Oh, he hates me. I have him on the run.”

Ethan sighed.

“I’m glad I came. You need a babysitter.”

Not far away, a pack of Marines cleared their voices, proving they were listening.

“Uh, what about us?” Michael inquired. “We technically are her babysitters.”

Ethan didn’t miss a beat.

“You guys need babysitters too,” he said, glancing over at Ivan, Michael, and Raphael.

Ivan shrugged.

“I mean, he’s not wrong. In NOLA, we do tend to do bad shit.”

That was an understatement.

A HUGE ONE.

Elizabeth reassured him.

“I’ll be okay. We’re going to take a little trip to the bunker, two-point-oh, and then, I have to go visit Tommy. Without you.”

His eyebrow went up.

“Pardon?”

“I’m going to have a little man-to-man with him,” she said.

“You’re not a man,” Ethan reminded her.

From where they were parked in the jet seats, the Marines laughed.

“That’s a technicality,” Michael said. “Her balls are massive.”

She smiled at him.

“You’re my favorite.”

Oh, he was well aware and winked at her.

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