by Eve Langlais
His eyes widened as they roved her body. “Good God, little pint. Put that back on.”
A frown creased her brow. “Don’t you like it?”
“I do, and so will every man on board. It might look kind of suspicious if we arrive in port and most of the males are dead.”
A coy smile pulled her lips. “Only most? I’m disappointed.”
“I wouldn’t have to kill the gay ones, but if it makes you feel better, I might toss the women who eyeball you off the ship, too.”
At that, she laughed. “And then I’d have to get rid of the rest for daring to ogle you.”
“You think they’ll ogle?” He flexed, her big, beautiful, burly husband. Yes, husband. Because Mama adored him, and when Aunt Juanita asked, “Why you bring that gringo into my house?” Kacy had finally said the words he’d been waiting to hear. “Get used to seeing him, because I love him.”
Of course, her mother and Marcus had then used those words against her, conspiring to put together the quickest wedding ever, minus her brothers, plus Harry and the crew at BB Inc., also minus Darren, who was still off on his secret adventure.
His loss.
They hadn’t wanted to wait. She loved Marcus, and he loved her. Besides, as he’d claimed…better to nail her down before she changed her mind.
She wouldn’t have. Kacy wasn’t a quitter, and she hadn’t minded taking those vows, not even the ‘til death do us part part because, if Marcus ever dared to fall out of love, she’d kill him. And he knew it. It made him smile. Crazy meathead.
My meathead. Now and forever.
It seemed as if he’d waited forever for this chance. Ever since Francesca had left him, despondent and without a real reason, Darren had wondered what he had done wrong. Why? Why had she set out to hurt him?
Not that he cared.
Not anymore.
This wasn’t about revenge, but something else.
She stirred, her long lashes fluttering against her pale skin. Her body undulated as she tried to stretch her limbs and found them caught.
It wasn’t the first time Darren had had her tethered to furniture. Of course, the last time he’d been in lust and they were both naked.
Things had changed since then.
Her brilliant blue eyes opened wide in shock. “Darren. What’s happening?”
“Hello, Fran. Have a nice nap?”
She pulled, and her gaze narrowed. “Untie me at once.”
He would.
Eventually.
But first, he held up a knife. “We need to talk.”
Are you ready for Darren’s story? Hitman Wedding.
But first, take a detour with Deadly Match. When an assassin retires, he turns to professional help for love.
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