Page 68 of Dirty Love

“How long have you been in my suite?” I ask as he kisses his way down my neck again.

“Since before he let himself in.” He pulls away and gives me a hard look. “Why does he have a key to your room?”

I glare right back. “We’ve stayed here before, and he usually takes care of all the room bookings. He didn’t this time, but I’m assuming he just asked the front desk for a card.”

He scrubs a hand quickly over his face. “Are you okay?”

“No. Men keep letting themselves into my hotel suite and scaring the everliving shit out of me.”

“Sorry.” He doesn’t look it, though. He still looks mad. I wish we were still making out.

I reach for him again, lacing my fingers through his. “What is going on? Why are you in Vegas?”

“I told you.”

“Long story?” I snort. “I’ve got time. And this time maybe we can get through it all without kissing.”

“Doubtful.” He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. “I’ve missed you.”

“I was mean to you.”

“Yeah, you were. But I’m a big boy, and I can handle it.”

“Is that what this is about? Handling it?”

“Maybe.”

“Wilson…”

“Tabitha…” He nips at my lower lip. “I’ll tell you everything, but you need to promise not to freak out.”

“That’s not a good sign.” I close my eyes and exhale. “Fine. I promise.”

“Grant’s been making some bad bets on dangerous, underground fighting, with money that isn’t his and that’s tied to hate speech. He’s going to get nabbed by the FBI for it, and his very well-paid attorney is going to make a deal that will preclude him talking about any of his crimes, including document forging and possible child endangerment. The last two off the record, of course.”

My eyes fly open as I try to process that. “He’swhat?”

Wilson waits for me to catch up.

“I… I can’t believe it. He’s never been a gambler, he’s way too…” I shove my hand against Wilson’s chest. “Wait a second.”

“What?”

“You did that.”

“Yeah.”

“What the hell are you thinking?” I shove him harder, and he doesn’t move. “Is that what that invitation is all about?”

“Maybe.”

“You are… insane. This is… insane. I can’t even… Why?”

“Because you need him out of your life.”

My jaw drops open. “Isn’t that my call?”

“Would you ever have made it?”

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