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I smirk. “For skinny dipping?”

“I don’t care what you do.”

“You sure look like you care.”

His jaw tightens as he backs the car out into the street. “I think you should be careful.”

“I was being careful. You were right there, watching.”

“I was.”

“You wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

He’s at a red light, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. “I don’t like all those other eyes on you.”

My breath catches in my throat. “You don’t?”

He shakes his head brusquely. “Not one bit.”

I hold back a grin, looking out the window. But when we get home, he goes straight upstairs. Doesn’t say another word to me.

I sigh heavily as I go into my room, undressing and hopping in the shower.

I can’t read him no matter how I try.

8

DANTE

“How long will you be out of town?”

“Couple weeks,” Elio answers, packing a briefcase with cash.

My shoulders stiffen. “And you want me to stay here?”

“Yes. With Samantha. Protect her.”

Of course.That’s my job, isn’t it? Protecting her. Not watching her with daggers in my eyes as she skinny dips with some frat boy asshole.

“I’ll always protect her.” I mean that. I’ll never let anything happen to Samantha, and not just because she’s my best friend’s daughter.

Because I can’t deny to myself anymore that I’m in love with her.

Head over heels.

And it’s unfortunate, because she’s the one woman I can never truly have.

“No shipments coming in?”

“Nothing Ricardo can’t handle.”

I nod sharply. Ricardo has really stepped up since Samantha’s incident, I have to admit.

“There’s plenty of food and entertainment. It won’t be so bad.” He claps me on the shoulder as he walks toward the front door. “It’s just a glorified babysitting job.”