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“I’ve known Jason for a long time.”
“But you work with Renn?”
“Mostly.”
I glance at him. “You’re a man of few words.”
He shrugs.
Grrr.
“Well, I’m trying to have a conversation with you to keep from thinking about my father-in-law talking about fucking my ass tonight. Humor me.” I slap a piece of cheese on a cracker and offer it to him. “Do you live in Nashville?”
He declines the snack. “Kismet Beach, Florida.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because someone decided to take a last-minute trip to Vegas.”
I narrow my eyes. “Why are you in Nashville if you live in Florida?”
“Because I work for a company called Landry Security. I get assigned to wealthy clients who require my services.”
“Kind of sounds like you’re a prostitute, Foxx.”
He shakes his head. “Are you ready for bed?”
“Almost. Where do you sleep when you’re here?”
“There’s a room down the hall. I’m sure you’ll shout if you need me.”
I smile. “Yup.”
“I’m going to bed. Don’t drink any wine. You’re already loopy as fuck.”
“This is just my charm.”
“God help us,” he mutters, disappearing around the corner.
I gather my snacks—a task made more difficult by my broken hand—and head upstairs, trying to decide whether I’m loopy.I might be. My body is warm and fuzzy, and I can’t quite access all the reasons I’m upset.
It’s rather nice.
I climb into bed and drop the goodies. As soon as my body hits the mattress—how did this get cleaned?—my eyes feel heavy.
Very, very heavy.
I slip into a world where Renn is on a surfboard next to me, telling me to paddle …
CHAPTER27
Blakely
Something crunches beneath me.
I rummage under my stomach and pull out a sleeve of crackers.Whoops.
It’s dark outside, but the open curtains allow enough light to see around me. I grab my phone and check the time. It’s three in the morning.
