Page 121 of Accidental Husband

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"Give me a hint." Wes unwraps his towel. Brings it to his head. "Somewhere I can see in her usual getup?"

"What's her usual getup?"

"Like you don't notice her ass in those tight shorts."

"I'm not blind," I say.

"Three days ago you insisted you didn't see her that way?"

"That I wasn't in love with her. Not that I didn't realize she's hot."

He towel dries his hair. "Uh-huh."

I noduh-huh.

"You really claiming you didn't look at her ass?"

"No."

"What about those tits? Fuck, those tight tank tops she's always wearing—" He makes a show of fanning himself.

"You're objectifying my wife."

He laughs. "You're fucking serious with this?"

"Yeah."

He shakes his headyou really are crazy. "Your wife has fantastic tits."

"Aren't you crazy in love with your virgin?"

His smile gets dirty.

"You fucked her?"

"Don't talk about my girl like that."

"Don't talk about my wife like that."

His laugh gets louder. "Fuck, that's a good one-up."

"Makes your relationship look pathetic."

"Tact, Griff. Tact."

I shake my head. "Not familiar."

We both laugh. It eases the tension in my chest. Settles the twisting of my stomach.

The elevator doors slide open.

We move down the hallway then into Wes's hotel room.

It's nicer than mine. A suite with a perfect view of Las Vegas Boulevard.

The city is gorgeous in the desert sun, but it's too fucking bright.

I pull the curtains.

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