Page 113 of Back in the Saddle

And she was gorgeous.

Oh yeah to the yeah.

Although the only time I’d spent in her presence was during Raye’s little sister’s funeral, and she seemed lovely, Raye had spent a lot of time with her. She’d even been over to Stella and Mace’s house more than once for dinner, and she confirmed the super-rock star was also super sweet.

“Okay,” I replied to Eric. “Thanks for telling me.”

“That’s it?” he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah,” I answered, confused at his confusion.

“You don’t have any questions?”

“Like what? Like why you’d pick dating as your cover then fall for a beautiful, mega rock star? Puh,” I puffed out. “It’s hardly surprising, Turner.”

Delivering that, I took a sip of my wine.

He was eyeing me.

So I eyed him.

Oh man.

“Let me guess, the ex wasn’t a big fan of this intel,” I surmised.

“Savannah hated Stella.”

“Mm…”

“No more about her.”

“Mm!”

He grinned.

“My turn,” I stated.

He took a sip of his wine, then circled it at me to lay it on him.

And lay it on him I had to, considering he admired Savannah’s talent and ambition.

“Okay, so I have an ex too,” I began.

I stopped talking, because I suddenly became uber fascinated with the way his long, muscled body went completely alert at this information.

I didn’t know if it was possessiveness, or protectiveness at thinking Braydon was still a part of my life and being a pain, or a bit of both.

But either way, it did a number on me in the sense that I didn’t care what way it was.

I just liked it.

Still.

“He’s not a problem, Turner,” I assured him. “He’s history.”

Wait.

That wasn’t strictly true.

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