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“Pink?”
“And I didn’t know that little bow thing was a real thing you could have without makeup.”
“Bow?”
“So, sure. Some people might, like, think that’s pretty. Handsome? Sexy? I don’t know, but I can see the appeal is all I’m saying.”
Sexy?
I’m about to cross all fuck it lines and ask him if he’s ever been with a man before, but my door opens suddenly before I get the chance.
Lars slams it behind him, and he looks pissed.
It takes me a second to remember why.
Right.
Potential murder.
Guys with guns.
Perry being a dangerous assassin and not at all the adorable puppy my libido is trying to turn him into.
I clear my throat and quickly straighten, subtly putting more distance between us.
“All clear,” Lars tells me. “Now, what the fuck do we do about this guy?”
Before I can answer, Perry speaks up, back to sounding like he’s a guest and not our captive. “I have an idea.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
PERRY
“Shut up,”the big guy snaps. He’s almost a whole head taller than St. Clare, and judging by the size of his biceps, there’s a very real possibility I’m seeing roid rage in action.
“Ah, where are my manners? I’m Perry. Who are you?”
Rager glares at me, and when he does it, it doesn’t have the same reluctance as St. Clare. No, it looks like he straight up hates me, and really, is that fair when we don’t even know each other? I understand we’re off to a rocky start here, but what happened to second chances?
“Just say the word and I’ll get rid of him,” Rager says.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I protest. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
St. Clare looks like he’s trying not to laugh. “Shockingly, I’m with him.” He points my way. “Get rid of him? Lars, come on.”
“He tried to kill you.”
Those blue eyes cut to me. “But you’re not going to again, are you?”
I confirm it like a good little prisoner. “No. I didn’t even want to the first time, but now that we’ve met and spoken, that would be pretty much impossible.”
“You believe that shit?” Ragey Lars snaps, throwing his arm out my way.
The indecision on St. Clare’s face makes it clear he really doesn’t, so I offer up my most innocent smile. The one that always derails Margot’s steam when she’s grumpy with me.
Instead of the explosion of trust I’m expecting, St. Clare’s eyes narrow.
“We’re not some shady underworld thugs,” St. Clare says eventually. “We can’t just get rid of people.”
