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“Holy shit.” (Luna)
“What the fuck?” (Jess)
“Where’d he come from?” (Shanti)
“Woman,” I heard growled from the side of the table.
I looked that way, then up, and up, and up, right into Javier Montoya’s crystal-clear amber eyes in his drop-dead gorgeous face.
Nope.
Correction.
His angry crystal-clear amber eyes in his furious, drop-dead gorgeous face.
“Man, he’s good,” Raye breathed. “He appeared out of thin air.”
I didn’t have time to reflect on or admire Javier Montoya’s shadow-like ability to slip in under the radar of five women keeping close watch on me, especially doing this when the man was six foot six inches of hulking, defined muscle (something that earned him the nickname of Mountain).
I was too busy being peeved he’d showed up at all.
I was this for obvious reasons, and for other reasons that weren’t as obvious.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded.
“What are you doing here?” Javi returned.
“I asked first,” I retorted.
“But I’m getting an answer first,” he shot back.
“Uh…can I ask what’s going on?” Jay/Trev entered the conversation.
Javi turned his attention to Jay/Trev. It was still unhappy.
Jay/Trev understandably quailed under his golden glare backed by a mountain of muscled man.
“It looks like you’re on a date with my girlfriend,” Javi declared.
At these words coming out of Javi’s mouth, my stomach plummeted in a happy way I did not like (but I did, and I didn’t like that either), my skin tingled in an excited way I also did not like (but I did, etcetera), and my mouth wanted to form a smile (which I did not allow).
Suffice it to say, that traditional, organic meeting with my soulmate?
When I met Javi during our last big mission, I thought it was him.
In the months since, I discovered it was not.
So why was he here, out of the blue, claiming me?
“Holy shit,” Raye whispered.
“What the fuck?” Jess snapped.
“Oh my God,” Luna said.
“My pregnant girlfriend,” Javi finished on a lie.
All those earlier sensations vanished, and my mouth dropped open.