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"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I don’t know," he muttered as he shut his door

His room was the size of a football stadiu area kitted out with sofas and chairs like a living roo as a -size but round The decor was done by Grey Goose--as in bottles of vodka Which were empty--oh, no, wait, over there by the open bathrooht fresh, unopened ones

And of course, you could do laps in his Jacuzzi, she thought as she looked into the marble expanse Who knew those kinds of tubs ca-pool?

"Will you do me a favor and put a shirt on?" she said as she turned back to him

Peyton had stretched out on his bed, and crossed his feet at the ankles, his hooded eyes the kind of thing thata little--if they didn’t know Axe

Hadn’t been with Axe

Weren’t going to be with Axe again soon

Nothing compared to her tattooedhis hand in a circle on the raold crown on the high ceiling

But the grandeur h-bred son of a Founding Faible bachelors

And he was also a looker, ith that blond hair and those blue eyes that were the stuff of fantasies

"Are you telling me no?" he said "I’m not used to no"

"I believe that"

There was a pause "So did your bodyguard call you up and brag about what he did last night?"

"He did not--and I’ht now and tell you to shut up about hi nice to say, then I don’t want to hear it"

"He didn’t ? I find that hard to believe"

Elise frowned She was not interested in playing hide-and-seek with a drunk for information, but if it was about Axe? "So what did he do?"

"He saved the life of a Brother"

"What?"