Page 62 of Dark Love

“He’s a billionaire from one of the richest and oldest families in the world.”

Ahh. Everyone knows the Kentworths. Their relationship was all over the television and in every tabloid.

“He’s stupidly in love with his wife and lets the world know it.”

“They’re so romantic.”

“Stupid. He’s stupid.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because love makes a man stupid and weak.”

The man we’re watching hardly looks weak.

“He showed the world that he’d give anything for that woman, making her his Achilles heel.”

What a jaded thing to say. “Love is beautiful.”

“You’re a woman. Of course, you’d say that.” Vex’s eyes follow a big black man as he breaks off from the group of guards.

“Being a woman has nothing to do with it.”

“It has everything to do with it. How many times since we left the penthouse have you thought about ways to defend me?”

“Um…” Bone Crusher scares the world.

“Exactly my point. Even now in a relatively safe location, I’ve identified several exits and thought about how to extract us from a situation if needed.”

Oh. OH.

Before my mind can fully process Vex's words, the Kentworth’s security guy makes his way to our table. Why is he here?

“Vex.”

“Taylor.”

They know each other?

“Is there some trouble I should know about?”

Trouble! “How many times do I have to tell you people I’m not trouble!”

Both men turn to gawk at me.

“I am not trouble. Things just sort of happen to me.”

“Dahlia.”

There’s a warning tone in Vex’s voice, but I’m too irritated to notice it. “Whatever Vex told you, it isn’t true. I’m not trouble and I can go anywhere I like.”

A slow smile spreads across Taylor’s face.

What does that even mean? Men are irritating. They probably have a little club that meets once a week, where they all confer to talk about women.

“That’s good to know, ma’am.”

I’m not a ma’am. You only call old women, ma’am, and I’m certainly not old.

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