Page 497 of Dark Love

A grin tugs at his lips. His very kissable lips. What if I kissed him just one time?

One little kiss wouldn’t be wrong. It would feel very right.

Except there are too many secrets between us.

“What is swirling in that beautiful brain of yours?”

Tell him. “Those suitcases aren’t for your apartment. Well, a couple of them are, but a couple of them aren’t.”

“Try explaining that again, Dahl.”

“I’m flying out of Urbium Monday morning, and I won’t be back until Sunday night.”

“What?”

“Monday morning I’m going to the airport—”

“Where are you going and why didn’t you tell me until just now?”

Vex is definitely vexed with me. Why do I find his wrinkled brow so sexy? My hand moves of its own volition, and I trail a finger across his cheek.

“Dahl.”

“Don’t be mad at me. I don’t like it.”

He sighs. “I’m not mad at you. It would have been easier to make arrangements if you told me a few days ago, but I’m not mad. There’s one good thing about having a private jet. It can be ready on short notice.”

“You have a private jet?” How?

“Yeah, Dahl. I have a private jet.”

Jets cost money. A lot of money. Club owners in Urbium can make a lot of money, but not that money. “How?”

“Do you really want me to answer that question?”

No. Yes. No. Maybe. “Sort of.”

“Not everything I do is legal.”Vex doesn’t expand on that statement.

Mindy was right. I knew she was right. “Okay.”

“That’s it. All you have to say is okay?” His eyes widen and he pulls back slightly.

“I’m glad you told me.”

“Dahl, you make no sense. A woman like you should be losing her mind right about now.”

“A woman like me?”

“Yeah, a woman that should have a white picket fence, a dog, and a man with a normal job that comes home every day, knowing just what a gift it is to have you waiting there for him.”

Is that what Vex dreams of? “I don’t want any man but you.” Though I could do without the illegal machinations, it’s part of who he is now. Maybe it won’t be in the future.

“You didn’t even ask what illegal things I do.”

“Do you want me to?”

The crease in his brow deepens. “Not really.”

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