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" No. What he did out there, that wasn't okay with you. Jesus. I could see it in your eyes, your body, the way your fucking hands shook." He heaved a deep breath, like he was attempting to calm himself. "And if it wasn't okay with you, it's sure as hell not okay with me." Closer, yet. So close his chest brushed hers. "In point of fact, I have a major fucking problem with a male forcing a woman to do anything," he said, his eyes burning with molten silver. "But let me be clear, Crystal. Seeing him all over you like that would do bad things to me even if you wanted his attention. So my intentions here" --he pursed his lips and shook his head-- "they're not all honorable. Because I want you. I want you so bad I can hardly breathe. "
― Laura Kaye , Hard as You Can (Hard Ink, #2)
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" Why were you so happy to see me? You know, besides my general awesomeness."
Marz pushed out of his chair, big grin on his face, and held out his hands. "I'm getting married!"
Shane sighed. The expressions on the other two said they'd already been down this road. "All right. I'll bite."
"I think the appropriate sentiment is 'congratulations'," Marz said, crossing his arms and feigning insult.
"Just spill the brilliance of whatever this is about," Shane said.
"Only because you acknowledged its brilliance." Marz sat excitement rolling off the guy. "I figured out how to solve the problem of getting us eyes and ears in the back of Confessions."
"By getting married?"
"By pretending to get married. And what does every pretend groom need?" Marz's grin was full of anticipation.
"A bride?" Shane said.
Marz rolled his eyes and waved his hands. "Okay, but what else?"
Shane looked between the three of them. And then the lightbulb went on. "A bachelor party," Shane said.
Marz clapped his hands. "Ding ding ding. Give the man a cigar."
Yup. The idea was, in fact, brilliant. Really brilliant. "
― Laura Kaye , Hard as You Can (Hard Ink, #2)