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1 " You’re neat. I mean, your bathroom. It’s so tidy.”Jason straightened, quirking his eyebrow. He held her gaze, his green eyes bright and focused until she looked away. “It’s almost like you have, I don’t know, a woman in your life who takes care of this stuff for you,” she said with a pang of jealousy that was threatening to eat her insides alive. “Even my bathroom is not that clean.”Jason smiled. “I do.” “You do?”“Yeah. Her name’s Belinda.”A sentiment of distrust crept into her thoughts. She was right. There was a woman in his life. She grinned, but she couldn’t breathe. Why was she feeling jealous all of a sudden? How had Jason managed to become such an important piece of her life so fast? It seemed like only a moment ago she stood frustrated in the parking lot when he stopped to ask if she was okay. A moment that turned into a date and then a trip to a faraway place. And now she was fretting over a woman she didn’t even know. "
― Paige Onsen , I'm Your Man
2 " Who’s Veronica then?”Jason paused his movements and inhaled a deep breath. “The girl from the photo?”“Uh-huh.”“Don’t trust everything you read.”“There must be some truth in here.”“Sure. Some. Most of it is crap. It’s publicity.”“She’s pretty.”“She was a mistake. That’s all.”She didn’t look like a mistake to Rhea. Her moist lips pressed against Jason’s cheek, somewhere in the French Riviera, overlooking the endless azure. Ah, no. Definitely not a mistake.Rhea swallowed hard, waiting for a believable explanation. Jason’s gaze shifted to her, and he dropped the knife, reaching for a dishcloth. Wiping his hands, he stepped closer and ran his fingers along her cheek. A strand of hair got caught in her lip balm and he brushed it off her face and tucked it behind her ear. “You have nothing to worry about, Rhea. There are things from my past I’m not proud of. But if it’ll make you feel better, you can ask me anything you want to know. "
