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“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whispered. “I don’t want to go.”

“What?” she asked and laughed. “Then why is he taking you to?—”

“Triss,” I interrupted. “One of the teams we met with was two women. You should’ve seen this Executioner. She’s like a blonde Sarah Connor.”

“Who’s that?”

“Really? The mom from the Terminator movies.”

“What does this have to do with?—”

“Fine. She’s like a blonde Wonder Woman. Does that one make more sense? You should have seen her. She’s got muscle. Like one of her thighs was as thick as my entire waist. And it looks fucking amazing on her. She could fight and she probably already knows how to use a gun. And she drives. And she’s cute. She was quick-witted. You should’ve seen the way that she touched him, Trista.”

I felt like an absolute fool for the way that all that just poured out of me.

Fucking word vomit style.

Trista just stared back at me for a second, apparently equally stunned by my outburst.

“Memphis, are you making Utah take you to a bar tonight to try to prove a point?” she whispered and giggled.

“I don’t think I want to go anymore.”

“Don’t be like that,” she said quickly. “But you know, don’t be crazy about it either. You don’t have to make Utah jealous to make him want you. And I’d bet just about any amount of money that you don’t actually have anything to worry about with this other Executioner.”

“You didn’t see it. I can’t be anything like her.”

“Why do you have to be like her? He noticedyou. The guy couldn’t even breathe for like the first month that he spent in the house with you. Did he choke on nothing while this other woman was around?”

“Triss—”

“Why can’t you just go have fun with him?” she asked. “Let him take you on this date. Don’t make it into anything more than that.”

“Is that what you would do if this incredible woman was hitting on Jersey in front of you?” I asked.

“Incredible womendohit on Jersey in front of me,” she laughed. “Have you seen the man? But I’m also distinctly aware that he uprooted everything he thought he wanted out of life just to have me, so I don’t spend much time worrying about other women these days. Besides, a woman like the one you’re describing would just murder a man like Jersey the moment that he opened his mouth.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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“You’re in for it tonight, hoss.”

“In for what?” I asked.

“She’s in there on the phone with Triss. Video chat, even.”

“Why?”

“Well, I don’t think it’s to discuss eye shadow choices,” Indy said and chuckled at himself. “She would’ve just asked me if it was about makeup.”

“They talk all the time,” I said, still confused by what might make this conversation with Trista any different than the others.

“Oh, you just wait.”

I shook my head. Trista was more on my side when it came to Memphis than anyone else had ever been. She wasn’t going to do anything to sabotage any chance that this night might give me.

Indy’s warning made perfect sense the moment that Memphis set foot in the kitchen with us. My dick was half-hard in record time just at the sight of her. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe in deeply through my nose. This really wasn’t supposed to be about fucking her, even if I had spent all of last night imagining that that was exactly what it was about.

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