Page 123 of Reluctantly Rogue

Into me. And whatever I’m saying.

Henry: Very progressive of you both. Brilliant solution really. Except for the you getting fired part. But I guess if you’re the senator’s boyfriend, you won’t need the job with Torin?

Henry is such an ass.

I text him back.

I don’t share.

I get a wide-eyed emoji back followed by

Thought you’d say that. Good luck. Has Iris texted yet?

I ignore that because he knows that of course she has. I sigh and open Torin’s text.

I’m almost expecting him to attach photos as well. Instead, his message is completely off topic and I have to read it twice before I can mentally switch gears.

Torin: How do I tell L that James already committed to Canada? The energy program is a no go for Cara. She’s going to be upset.

Well…fuck.

Iris is displeased. Henry has photos of Linnea andme…which means other people do too. Even if our team scours the internet and pulls anything down, other people have seen them. Whether or not they care is another question, of course. And now the big program that Torin could have used to convince Diarmuid he doesn’t need Linnea as his queen is dead in the water. I guess that explains why the prince is up at three a.m. He’s been worrying. And brainstorming.

Just…fuck.

I’ll tell her.

Thanks. Fuck. We need something.

I know. Go to bed. We’ll deal with it when we get home.

I open Iris’s text again and my thumbs hover over the keys for thirty seconds before I simply text,

I’m handling it.

Then I close out of all messages and turn my phone off. The only person I need to be in contact with is a gorgeous brunette standing outside this bar. The rest of them can just fuck off for tonight.

I breathe deeply and head for the door. I pull it open, step out onto the sidewalk…

And come up short.

Our cars are at the curb, running, the driver’s side door on mine open, the back door on Christian’s open.

Christian’s men are inside his.

But Christian is still on the sidewalk with Linnea.

Kissingher.

He has one hand on her waist, one in her hair, and he’s kissing her. Not just a peck on the cheek or even on the lips.

This is a full-on, I-want-you kiss.

I see red.

My heart starts to pound, my entire body tightens, and my vision narrows until it’s just the two of them. I start forward.

But as I take my first step, Linnea pulls back. Christian lets go of her, and they smile at each other.

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