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His hands go up in a defensive posture, but I keep on rolling

“Like a black-hest bidder?”

My voice is a little too loud now, I can tell by the way he’s shaking his head and looking at the people around us at the sah

“Well, I’es while I was all hopped up on anesthesia and thought I was heading to the other side I thought I was dead, for Pete’s sake!”

“Maybe, calle the beast I’ve beco It’s not my place”

“You’re daht, it’s not your place!”

“Maybe,” he says calrab both ofbrain cell in ly, at peace “I’m sorry”

“Yeah…well…good”

I look down at our hands—hands that are still gloriously touching—and take a deep breath to steady ers to count how ined what it would feel like to have Milo Ives’s hands onwhat he would taste like, what he would sound like when he co other places

All ofback in a tsunah Just like Milo hirown up

I snap ht on his mouth

His stupid, sexy mouth

I ain, but this time end up lost in his insanely beautiful blue eyes

I’ive Milo Ives all the good stuff It feels like some sort of sick joke

“So…what exactly did my brother ask you to do?” I use the brief pause to redirect the conversation to soes “Just use your rich people contacts to connecthouses in the city?”

He smirks “Rich people contacts?”

“Oh, come on, Billionaireman,” I retort “I’m surprised you can even walk in the city withoutat your feet and financial advisors picketing for your investment money”

He rolls his eyes but chuckles “Does the role of Billionaireman come with a cape? I’ve alanted a cape”

I snort “If you want a cape, clearly, you can afford to buy a cape”

“You don’t think that’ll get me funny looks?”