Page 10 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

I'VE MADE UP MY MINDby the time Mr. Special Ops reaches for my hand and gently pulls me to my feet.

No more overthinking.

I'm just going to think things through once the typhoon warning has been lifted, and we can all fly back to Miami.

But until then—-

"Are you sure you're alright—-"

"Yes," I say forcefully.

"Or do you need more time to come to terms with how your ex and his PA—-"

"There is nothing going on between them," I cry out.

"—-obviously have the wrong thoughts about you?" he finishes at the same time.

So much for not overthinking, aaargh.

All I can do now is look at him in shamefaced apology. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for."

"We both know I do," I say miserably. "Because it's exactly what they said. If not for me, there's no other way for you to be here—-"

"Is there not?"

My mouth opens and closes.

Is he implying—-

"No," I say right away.

"No, what?"

"It's not what you think," I deny.

"But I haven't said anything," he points out.

"I know what you're doing," I warn, "and I'm telling you it won't work. You want me to think they both planned this—-"

"You truly cannot picture them doing so?"

Honestly?

His gaze narrows. "You think it's just her?"

"I didn't say anything!"

"But you were thinking it."

"I just...I know Jamieson isn't perfect—-"

"An understatement of the year," Mr. Special Ops drawls.

I don't bother defending Jamieson this time.

It's obvious he's already made up his mind against Jamieson, and...I get it, really.

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