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Jillian hangs up. “I know I could have phoned in this closing. But I wanted to see Trista. We’re going for drinks later, please come, Shea.”

Shea smiles. “Absolutely.”

“And where she goes, you go, too, right, handsome?” Jillian shakes her body like I’m a stripper, not a bodyguard.

“Absolutely,” I mimic Shea with a stoic, bored bodyguard expression on my face while rage simmers under my skin at the idea of Shea being in a Las Vegas nightclub. A prime location for a certain mafia boss or his henchmen to spot her and abduct her.

Jillian gets another call and two seconds in, I can tell it’s Eoghan because she’s giving him all kinds of details down to her pulse.

Shea sticks a phone under my nose.Logan Street Wedding Chapel.

“Lovely.” I didn’t have time or the resources to plan a proper arson hit that wouldn’t leave evidence to incriminate me.

Jillian and Shea are staying in Darragh’s villa, but the other guards and I are staying in the villa next door that’s owned by the management company. Jillian doesn’t drinkheavily or take meds to sleep like Shea, so it looks like my dick is staying dry for a few days. Plus, I’ll have three other guards watching my ass.

Settling into the villa, Jillian yawns. “Do you mind if I take a nap? I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

The way she’s walking, I know the reason, but I don’t call her out on it. That would be rude.

With Jillian occupied, and our bags put away, Shea grabs my arm and leads me to the front door.

“Great. A break. I need a nap, too,” I tease her.

She blinks up at me. “You’re going to take a nap? Then I’ll just take a walk on the strip and—”

I wind my fingers around her delicate throat. “And...”

“That woke you up, huh?”

Fury tears through me, but I gently take her arm and lead her into the hallway. In the elevator, I stare her down. She wants to kiss me and feel my cock against her stomach. She gets tingles all over when I’m hard for her. I deny her to be an asshole. She’ll get my dick plenty when we get home, and for the rest of our fucking lives when I figure out a way to stay married to her. And not have a bounty on my head because of it.

“I need a taxi, please,” she says to the Charter Hotel’s concierge. “I’ll pay cash.”

“I’llpay cash,” I say forcibly.

She peeks over her shoulder. “You okay?”

“Fine and dandy.”

She opens her mouth to say something, but with a line of taxis waiting nearby to take gamblers to their favorite casinos, ours pulls up right away. I open the door for Shea and get in next to her.

“This is for the best. I married you without a pre-nup. I’d get in just as much trouble as you if my brothers found out.”

“I doubt that.” Although, I don’t see thatIdidn’tanything wrong.

We were both adults. You’d think they’d be more pissed if Ifuckedher anddidn’tmarry her.

Yeah, try that logic on Lachlan and see if you live to talk about it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Shea

Heart pounding, I sit next to Trace in the taxi. When I gave the driver the address, he turned around and looked at us. Every driver in this town knows every wedding chapel and has probably driven hundreds of people there.

Drunk. Like we were that night. Or I was. Was he?

Trace keeps quiet on the schlep across town and doesn’t touch me. I don’t touch him either. God, this feels like a real divorce. Like, after today, we’ll be officially detached. We won’t have anything to keep us together if Lachlan reassigns him to a new position. Sobs fill my throat, and I turn away, tears bursting from my eyes.

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