Page 53 of Enemies

“There’s one Jesus,” Ash says solemnly. “And he’s always good.”

I laugh as I follow him downstairs. “Wait. Where’s your brother?”

“He said he’d meet us there. And it’s a good thing because if he walked in on you looking like this, I’d be going to La Mer alone.”

I glance down at my outfit. It’s more skin than I’d normally show but nothing compared to some of the outfits that grace Ibiza’s clubs every night, including Debajo.

“It’s just me, Ash.”

“You don’t understand. When Harry sees something he wants, it’s game over. He’s trying to stay away, but the fact that he can’t have you is killing him.”

As thrilling as it feels to be the object of Harrison’s interest, we can’t pursue it. Giving in to him feels like giving in to something bigger. A man like that casts a long shadow, and it’s only beginning to feel as if I’m getting myself back after the hellish year I’ve had.

I won’t risk losing myself in him.

Even for a night I’ve found myself fantasizing about more than once.

“Do you think he’ll ever trust someone again?” I hear myself ask. “After Eva, I mean.”

“I hope so.”

Toro drives us to the club, checking on us from the front with eyes crinkling at the corners. When we pull up, the door opens from the outside, and a hand extends to take mine.

I shift out of the car and look up.

My heart stops.

Harrison King is breathtaking in chino shorts and a midnight-blue linen shirt, and I press my lips together as he surveys me.

“You dressed down,” I say.

“A necessary evil to be inconspicuous. You, on the other hand, barely dressed at all.”

“I thought you’d like it.”

“You wore this for me?” His eyes warm with hunger.

“That’s a big leap from ‘I thought you’d like it’.”

“It’s a logical inference. And I do like it. Very much.”

His attention pins me in place for a heartbeat, two, before the passing crowd makes me notice the doors of the club are around the corner.

“I asked Toro to drop you beyond where we might be spotted,” Harrison supplies, refocusing on our surroundings.

“And I told the guys from the club I’d meet them inside,” Ash adds.

“Why do you want this club so badly?” I ask Harrison as I take careful steps along the sidewalk, sneaking another look at him. I’ve seen him in a tux, a suit, and almost naked. The casual clothes might be my favorite.

“La Mer would be the crown jewel in my collection.”

I groan. “What is it with you Brits and your crown jewels?”

He ignores me. “Mischa wants it. I want to take it away from him.”

“All because of what happened with your parents?”

“Yes.”

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