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“I should apologize,” he began, voice rough, too growly.
She waited.
“But I’m not sorry I kissed you.” Like he could ever be sorry for that. No way. Not in any universe.
“That’s…not an apology.”
“I’m sorry I let you go before.” There. A real apology. One he meant. “I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to find you again.”
Her eyes widened. “Nash?”
“You’re getting a bodyguard.” One thing that was a nonnegotiable point in the upcoming meeting. And another nonnegotiable? “It’s going to be me.” Because no one would guard her body better.
No one knew her body better.
Every single inch. I know every inch of her. I’ve kissed her. Touched her.
And…
He was also more than ready to kill for her.
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