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“You’re a damn smartass.”

Markie laughed and Nate shook his head, took her hand, as they stood on the patio looking around.

“Damn, what a crowd.”

“She loves to have parties.”

“It seems like everyone loves her.”

“She’s an amazing woman. She just hates to be alone, but I’d rather she be alone than be with that dickhead.”

“I agree with you on that. Come on, let’s get some food in us.”

As Nate stood back from the crowd later, holding a beer, he watched Markie talking with people and he couldn’t help but smile. She looked beautiful tonight.

“Are you her bodyguard?”

Nate glanced to his right to see Knowles standing beside him.

“Does she need one?”

Knowles shrugged. “Not that I know of, but I know why she brought you.”

Nate grinned. “Why is that?”

“I’m sure you know.”

Nate faced him. “You’re damn right I know. Stay the fuck away from her.”

“I’m not afraid of you. Not one bit.”

“I couldn’t care less if you are or not. But if you touch her, at all, I’ll make sure you never do again.”

The two men stared at each other until Knowles smirked and walked off. Nate wanted to punch him so hard that he’d be out cold for a few hours. He took a swig of his beer, then kept his eyes on Markie.

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The party was still in full swing at midnight. Almost no one had left, and Markie was dead on her feet. She saw Nate talking to a brunette and headed toward him. When the woman put her hand on his arm, he stepped back, making Markie smile. He looked her way and grinned when he saw her, then put his arm around her when she reached him.

“Markie, you look lovely as always,” the woman said.

“So do you, Eliza. It’s good to see you again.”

“Do all the men look this good where you’re living now?” Eliza asked with a laugh.

“Most of them.” Markie grinned. She watched Eliza look at Nate, then back to her.

“I just might have to visit. You two have a wonderful evening.” Eliza kissed Markie on the cheek, nodded to Nate, then disappeared into the crowd.

“I’m going to start clearing the dinner plates. I’m tired.” Markie sighed.

“Me too. Do you want my help?”

“No, finish your drink, then I’ll meet you upstairs.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” Nate kissed her lips.

Markie walked toward the tables, picked up plates, then walked to the patio doors. She entered the spacious kitchen, placing the dishes in the sink with a clatter. She turned to head back outside but stopped short when she ran into Jarrett.

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