Jules sighed. “Tell your man he’s hot as hell but a total buzzkill.” “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.” “Jules.” “You know it’s true.” Another sigh. “Fine, I get it. We’ll miss you, but we’ll catch up when we’re back.”
