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EOGHAN

From behind this morning’s newspaper, I watched Inessa in her favorite coffee shop.

She didn’t know I was here, but I saw her chatting with the women who’d messaged her the other night.

Each one, according to her, had been ‘approached’ by the dean to be valedictorian.

I felt not a single ounce of guilt about the man’s suicide, but I was definitely pissed about how many women were here.

Men really were the worst.

Being an arrogant asswipe was one thing, but abusers of power were another.

It made me realize I should have chopped off his whole hand and not just his finger.

Disappointed by the wasted opportunity—Charlie, who was staying with Cammie this weekend, was undoubtedly disappointed too—I monitored the situation, making sure that Inessa wasn’t getting upset.

We had a doctor’s appointment this afternoon and then I was taking her on our next honeymoon.

The last before Bump came along.

Well, the last one I knew about.

Her desire for honeymoons crept up when I pissed her off.

Unfortunately, I did that a lot.

Case in point, after her coffee morning was over and she got up to leave.

With my phone resting on the table, I had it pivoted in such a way that I could watch her through the camera without having to peer over the newspaper.

From the viewpoint, I watched as she didn’t head over to the exit, like I’d expected, but instead, moved over to me.

Hooking the top half of the newspaper with the wooden handle of her umbrella—we’d had some unexpected rainstorms—she dragged it down and demanded, “Are you spying on me, Eoghan?”

I shot her a charming smile. “Just keeping abreast of the situation.”

The smile didn’t work.

Her eyes narrowed as she peered at my phone where she saw my setup. “It looks like spying.”

“I don’t spy.”

“Isn’t that what MI6 does?”

“Yes, but I’m not a full-time—”

“James Bond.”

I blinked. “What?”

“You’re not a full-time James Bond,” she stated.

My top lip curled. “I’m more dangerous than James Bond.”

Her nails tapped against the table as she bumped her hip against it. “I’m going to reschedule the doctor’s appointment.”


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