Outside, the rumble of an SUV caught my attention. I nearly fell off the bed trying to get to the window to peek outside. When she thought I wasn’t paying attention, Ophelia stuffed a fistful of dressy clothes into my bag. “Someone fancies her bodyguard,” she sing-songed. “Do not,” I shot back. “I just like to look at him.” She paused thoughtfully. “That’s fair. He’s quite fit.” And boy was he a sight to see. Miles got out of the car and stretched. I pressed my hand to my mouth as I took him in. He was in those rubber ducky swim trunks and Crocs again. His skin-tight t-shirt was a
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