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How’s Europe sound?”

“For the weekend? My bodyguard managed to catch me as I crashed into her, preventing our faces from smashing into each other as we both went to the floor. Someone could nail him to a wall with a nail gun while he was still alive. Her pink tongue darted across her top lip as a faint whimper escaped her. “Don’t let him win. “Yeah,” he said, grinning as if giving me the punchline to an uncommonly good joke. “Did she know what?” Tyler said, swirling his drink in the tumbler. “I’ll go up there right now and tell her we’re done. A small square of semi-transparent plastic sat in her palm. My bodyguard grabbed her gun off the desk and holstered it. I headed down the hall in the direction he pointed, checking every room on the way. I’ll always want you,” and if whoever that person is can’t accept that, then they’re not the right person for me. That was one way to keep her from the temptation of drugs.