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“We can discuss it later.” I continue searching for the messages I don’t see—the cryptic ones to Frankie.
“There’s nothing here.” I pass it back to him. “Empty your pockets.”
“No.” He scowls.
“Then I’ll search you myself.” I step closer.
“The hell you will.”
“I’ll do it.” She stands, drawing his furious gaze. “Please.”
He works his jaw then gives her a curt nod.
I stiffen, hating the idea of her going near him. I already know she won’t find anything.
“Forget it.” I reach out to halt her.
She slips away from me and circles Monty’s rigid frame.
He turns to stone as she pauses behind him and sweeps her hands down his hips. My blood simmers as she frisks the front and back pockets of his jeans, stroking his goddamn ass.
He closes his eyes, throat bobbing, clearly savoring her pat down.
“Wallet.” She shifts to his front. “Keys…and…”
Her fingers go still.
Right beside his dick.
His eyes slowly open.
As I lunge forward, she holds up a finger, demanding me to stay back, to trust her.
Goddammit.
She presses on his pocket, and a wrapper crinkles.
“Condom.” She clears her throat.
“Tell me, wife,” he says through his teeth, grinding each syllable, “why would I have a condom?”
“Not my business.”
“Everything I do is your business. Remove it from my pocket.”
“No.”
“You started this.” He stands taller, his posture challenging. “Finish it.”
Fuck me. She never backs down from a dare.
Stabbing her hand into his pocket, she yanks out…
A Band-Aid?
One of those large square pads in a wrapper.
“Oh.” Slowly, her eyes lift to the one on his neck.
