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I hate her. And I will claw her eyes out if she moves any closer.
Jaxson doesn’t miss the glare I fire off at her. It earns the slightest raise of a brow from him, an almost invisible smile. It’s the only reaction he makes and it’s so subtle, yet it blasts me, rocks me on my feet.
I shift a little closer to him. I’ve staked a claim, too.
Damn, I didn’t realize so many people were on the yacht.
The air’s warm, perfumed with flowers, but the only thing I want to breathe in is that dark aroma of Jaxson.
Amelia tugs my arm. “Come on?—”
“She’s staying with me.” This time he looks at Amelia and she drops her hand and takes a small step back.
We walk slowly and people are getting into golf carts, even though the mansion is a perfectly walkable distance. Music spills from the mansion up ahead. It sits close to the dock, to the water, and to the right the manicured lawns stretch out to a private beach.
Then again, this is a private island, so it’s all one property.
“I know you’re new at this particular island, but there are rules and she needs to rest and change.” Amelia stops at a cart and puts her hand on it.
Before Jaxson can speak, I risk putting my hand on his arm. His whole body hums with a vibration and it ripples through me. He didn’t stop me or pull away.
“I’d like a shower.” I find a smile. “Thanks, Amelia.”
“You stay with me,” he says, his voice low.
“I’ll be okay. And I want to change out of this dress.”
He sweeps his gaze over me as his gorgeous admirer hovers next to him, but he nods. “Half an hour or I’ll come looking for you. And trust me, you won’t like that.”
A shiver of dark delight passes through me.
That’s what he thinks.
He gestures for me to get into the cart.
Amelia stares at me, then glances behind us as the cart begins to move. “Are you sure you can handle him? He’s an arms dealer, high-tech stuff, made billions off selling to various governments and groups. I’m talking cutting edge.”
“He’s what?”
She laughs, but her eyes dart around like she’s being watched. “He goes by Jaxson something, but I don’t think it’s his real name. He makes war easy, cashes in on it. He’s not the type that a newbie like you wants to get mixed up with.” She presses her lips together. “Brutus is softer, a nicer option, and he likes you.”
“You like him.”
Amelia sighs. “I love his art and image and… I amuse him, but not like I used to. It’s okay. I’m not the jealous type.” She looks past my shoulder again and I suddenly know Jaxson’s following us. “Maybe your gun man might like me.”
“No.” The word comes hard and fast.
She might not be the jealous type, but I am, apparently.
It’s a short trip and she changes the subject to give me a brief history of the island. How it was purchased from a filthy rich film star thirty years ago and has been in various hands since.
“Who owns it now?” I ask as we come to a stop.
“Haven’t met the owner. He loans the place out or something.”
Haydyn’s waving at her frantically and she gives me a perfumed hug farewell as the golf cart comes to a stop.
“Don’t spend all your time with the gun man; others want to have a taste?—”
