Page 8 of Faith

“It shouldn’t be a surprise to you.”

His lips twitched. “I never take anything for granted.”

“Indeed. I know better than most.”

“I talked to the very attractive Ms. McCann. She didn’t say how long you’ll be here.”

He shrugged. “At least a couple of weeks. Maybe a month”

“Good. We have some great classes and demonstrations coming up.”

“Indeed. Think I need to learn something, Ross?”

“A refresher course never hurts.”

“True.”

“More than a few willing subs here tonight. Lord knows they would clamor at a chance with the Bad Boy Billionaire.”

He winced. “Oh, God, not you too.”

“I thought you liked the name.”

He had at one time. It was heady being named by the press. He’d been twenty-two at the time and full of idiotic ideas.

“I would rather just be called Jensen or Sir.”

Ross’ lips twitched again. “I can understand that. How long have you been on the island?”

He didn’t like the idea that Ross seemed to be so familiar with Nic. “Just a few hours ago. Tell me, Ross, how well do you know Nic?”

The other man’s eyebrows rose. “What are you asking?”

He didn’t want to say it because saying it would make him look like an ass. Ross was in love with his wife and never played outside the bounds of marriage. Why would he think Ross was messing around with Nic? Besides, Jensen had no say in what Nic did in her personal life.

Micah was still watching him, and that was a dangerous thing. Jensen shrugged, then pretended interest in a group of women who walked by.

“Nothing really. Just that you called her very attractive. I thought you hadn’t met in person.”

“Hmm, no. Just in pictures with you, and of course in her days on the ice. Other than that, I’ve only talked to her on the phone.”

Jensen didn’t respond. It was a stupid reaction that had been plaguing him in recent months. Jealousy. Bloody hell, he wasn’t involved with her. He had no right to her. He didn’t get jealous of his lovers. He didn’t like attachments, and usually stayed away from entanglements.

“Don’t you think she’s hot?” Ross asked.

He shrugged, trying to pretend disinterest. “Sure. But she’s not my type.”

“And what type would that be? She’s stunning.”

She was. It was what had been keeping him up at night. “Yes, but can you see her being a sub? You’ve dealt with her on the phone.”

Micah gave him a side eye glance. “I don’t know herthatwell.”

“Now, what the bloody hell does that mean?” Jensen asked with little heat.

“I’ve been in this business for a few years. I was a bounty hunter back in the day, so I know a little bit about human nature. People rarely show their true selves to the world.”

“I know that. It took my family three years to know I was a heroin addict.”

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