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He was, after all, my bodyguard, but it would’ve been nice to have eye candy without wanting to drop-kick him into the next century. Men. They always ruined it by opening their mouths.
“Some people are idiots, and some people are assholes.” I stepped aside to allow a group of giggling partygoers past. “Just so happened you ran into one who was both.”
I’ll be fine, my ass. Bridget’s words, spoken with such confidence a month ago, had come back to bite her, and by extension me, in the proverbial behind.
“He’s not my man. He’s my bodyguard.” I lowered my voice, but I thought I saw Rhys pause for a millisecond before he resumed polishing his knife. “Even worse. He’s running your life and you’re not getting any dick from it.”
“You say it like you’re training a dog.” “Most things in life are like training a dog.” “That’s not true.” “Show up to work, get paid. Woo a girl, get laid. Study, get good grades. Action and reward. Society runs on it.”
“Since it’s my graduation night, let’s play a game. It’s called Getting to Know Rhys Larsen.” “Sounds boring.” Rhys flicked his eyes around the restaurant. “I already know Rhys Larsen.”
Rhys’s glare intensified. “He’s wearing shoe lifts. He deserves to be threatened.”
“I know he fits the image of Prince Charming, but you might want to keep looking.” Rhys unlocked the car doors. “I’ve seen you kiss a cat with more passion.”
Bridget flashed another grin. “Maybe. I’m in trouble and I need your help.” I set down my pencil with a sigh. “You’re not in trouble. You are trouble.”
“You asked me if I’d ever been in love. I said no.” He pressed a soft kiss to my mouth. “Ask me again, Princess.”
“Fuck ’em. I’d like to see them try. If they do, Alex will take care of it. Right, Alex?” Jules’s voice took on a teasing, singsong quality. Alex ignored her. “Stop provoking him,” Ava said. “I can’t always save you.”
“What is it?” Pink tinged Bridget’s cheeks before she straightened and said, “Blackmail the ministers into opening the motion and voting for a repeal.” Wait one fucking second. “Repeat that.”
“They’ll pass it.” Rhys’s quiet confidence soothed the frayed edges of my nerves. “If they don’t, we have our backup plan.” “Which is?” “Burn down Parliament.”
