Wild Card (Wild At Heart Series Book 3) by Christine Hartmann

Author:Christine Hartmann [Hartmann, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Published: 2017-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

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At the same time that evening, Mal fell laughing through the door of their hotel suite. “She thinks Ryder’s a real angel.” He tripped over his own shoes and fell against the light switch. “Get it? Angel investor.” He bent over howling, holding his sides, and lurched to the sofa.

Bree dropped the room key on the minibar and rubbed her temples. “She was so tired she got confused.”

He held his arms out to her.

Bree rifled through the bar refrigerator and handed him a personal size water bottle. “How much did you drink before I found you, honey?”

Mal unscrewed the cap and tossed it behind him. “What’s an angel investor?”

Bree retrieved the small piece of plastic from under an armchair and placed it on an end table. “Someone with too much money.” She reached behind her for her dress zipper. “I’m going to change.”

Mal patted his lap. “Come sit here.” He leered at her. “I’ll help you with your zipper if you help me with mine.”

Bree perched herself on the arm rest nearest him and crossed her arms, smiling. “Drink that first.”

He gazed at the small bottle with dismay. “It’ll make me pee.”

Bree ran her fingers through his hair. “It’ll save you from a hangover.”

Mal took a sip and almost spat it out when his laughter resumed. “An angel.” He wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “I have to tell Ryder when I see him.”

Bree bit her lip and swallowed before she answered. She had tried, ever since they left the nightclub with Juli, to push the incident with Ryder farther and farther into the back of her mind, hoping to lock it into a box she would never have to open again. But Mal wouldn’t stop talking about him.

Ryder met her eyes questioningly before they left the bar, but she laughed in his face at a joke that wasn’t funny, mortified, and wishing she would never see him again. The entire night swung between extremes: the intoxication of the dance floor, the humiliation of the kiss, the relief of escape, the horror of potential exposure, the ignominious retreat from the seam, and now Mal’s obsession with everything Ryder. When was the last time she had stood on solid ground? She could hardly remember.

Mal shook his head as though trying to steer clear of cobwebs. He tipped the bottle, drained it, and passed it to her. “Now come here, gorgeous.”

Bree shifted to his lap and twined her arms around his neck. “You didn’t turn out so badly.” She kissed his nose and nibbled on his earlobe.

Mal nuzzled his face into her neck, tickling her with his stubble. “I’m no comparison to you, Bree.”

She laughed, pushing him back from her and meeting his alcohol hazed eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“When I saw you out on the dance floor with Ryder…”

The hair on Bree’s arms rose. She held her breath.

“…I said to myself, ‘Mal, you’re the luckiest guy here. You have a beautiful, smart fiancée who dances like Beyoncé.’”

Bree’s fingers caressed his lips.

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