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“You don’t know that he doesn’t want her to come.”
I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. “You really want this?”
Her eyes soften. “I do.”
I run a hand down my face, then point at the list.
“Fine, then Pierre stays.”
Megan groans. “I can’t believe we’re negotiating wedding guests like it’s a damn business deal.”
“You started it.” I grin. “I guess I taught you well.”
She leans forward, propping her chin on her palm, studying me.
“You taught me a lot of good things.”
My dick immediately hardens.
I want to get this damn negotiation over with so I can get her pretty ass underneath me pronto.
“What’s the second part of the deal?” I ask so we can get this over with and get to more important things that involve zero clothes.
“Naomi’s father.”
I take another swallow of whiskey because it sounds like I’m going to need it.
“What about him?”
“I can’t even say that I completely understand your business, so this might be a hard ask, but if you were considering hurting Naomi’s father in any way as retribution for what he did, I don’t want you to do it.”
“That is not something that can be negotiated.” My hard-on quickly deflates.
“Why not? You’ve taught me that everything is up for negotiation.”
“Not this.”
“Explain.”
“Do I really need to, Megan?”
“Yes.”
“He kidnapped you, and he tried to kill me. To many in my circle, it’s already a mistake that I’ve allowed him to continue breathing this long, but I have my reasons.”
“And I can’t imagine what those reasons are, but you’re not a cold-blooded murderer, Hunter.”
I love the way Megan sees me, although it’s highly inaccurate.
“I don’t have to be the one to slit his throat in order for him to be gone,” I tell her, although a part of me knows that I’d rather be the one holding the knife if and when it happens.
“He’s Naomi’s father.”
“And?”
“And, if I have any hope of Naomi and I reconciling one day, I can’t be the one responsible for the murder of her father.”
“And you won’t be responsible.”