Page 37 of Nothing to Beat (Nothing to… #13)

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“So, Casanova… my ex-boyfriend just showed up,” Roxie said, her fingers retreating from the shower spray she’d just turned on. “In LA. In my Platinum Suite.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day.”

Hmm, her guy was completely non-plussed by Porter arriving in LA without notice.

Sexy as hell. So secure, so confident in them.

Their relationship still aroused her, beyond a level that could be classed as normal.

He’d told her numerous times it would always be this way. Damn, she hoped that was true.

“Again.” A smile slunk to her lips. “Comes around every year. Round and round again, my love.”

“You spent it with another man last year.”

Greg Hatfield, well remembered. “And I’ll spend it with another man this year too. Tripp’s promised to dance with me all night. My ass won’t hit the couch. A promise is a promise. I mean, he’ll let other men hit on me, of course, your little protégé is a loyal servant.”

And, again, he kept on track. “Tell me to get my ass to your door.”

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