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I narrow my eyes, scowling at my hand and slowly lift it and hold it away from me as if it's covered in shit.

"Are you serious right now?" I ask, disgusted.

He laughs. "No, love. I don't fuck my employees. It gets too messy."

A sense of relief washes over me.

Shit. I’m actually happy to know he hasn't slept with that woman.

Why do I care?

Feelings.

I'm beginning to have them for Rimmington Banks.

Aww hell.

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CHRISTINA

“He’s a little bitch who broke Ash’s heart. You can't make me like him!” Evelyn lifts her chin in defiance as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“Don’t you think that’s just a bit harsh, Ev?” Glory asks via video call from her hammock on whatever private tropical island Beck whisked her off to.

After a few hours of chatting with the girls, and a much needed nap on this soft ass sofa, Glory called me at just the right time. The call allowed me to put an end to the new discovery of my bag of mixed emotions for Rim.

I don't even dare begin to acknowledge that mess.

I tried to come up with reasons we were on a jet but after a few moments of me trying to explain it away, and a long line of questioning from Glory, that would make a hardened FBI agent crack, she broke me down, and I came clean.

After the cliff’s note version on all things Rimmington Banks, we sit having book club at thirty thousand feet.

When Glory called, Rim retreated to the bedroom to have his own conference call.

It was a welcome reprieve.

Glory’s insistence we maintain our book club meetings while she is on her honeymoon turns out to be a stroke of luck.

“No, I do not think it’s harsh, Glory. Don't make me close this laptop on you.”

“Evelyn, don't you dare.” Glory laughs.

“I loved Embry. All the magnificent plotting and hot sex, didn't that make up for what happened? Embry was trying to protect everyone, just like Ash.”

“Glory, don't you dare compare him to King Ash. I said what I said. Embitch and Abiwhore can kick rocks.”

“Oh, what if they made it into a T.V. series? How awesome would that be?” Jen asks us, then bites back a smile as she waits for Evelyn's response.

Evelyn turns toward Jen, eyes squinty and laser focused. Evelyn hates anything that is in a series—books, television shows, doesn’t matter. We never got her to agree to read the New Camelot trilogy by Sierra Simone for our book club until all three books were out.

“Jennifer Guadalupe Haner.”

Jen laughs at the use of her fake middle name that Evelyn just decided to bestow upon her.

“I can't even with that comment. Don't get me started. No. No. No. They'd have to drop them all at once so I can binge, or I'd be pissed.”

I shake my head. “Evelyn, we wouldn't be waiting, so you'd either watch with us, or they'll be ruined for you because we aren't not going to discuss it.“

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