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SIMON
"By the looks on your faces I missed something," I said to Cross and Rhys, pouring whiskey into three glasses. I picked up my own as I eyed them.
"Not something, someone," Cross replied, downing his shot in one big gulp.
"If it was Peters, I ken. The bastard said he wanted to finish the deal to get to the dance. I believe his words were, 'I've got a fancy piece I want to get my hands on. Her being prim and all, a dance is the only way the virgin b***h will let me touch her.'"
I tossed back my whiskey as I thought about the bastard's words. I didna like to hear a woman talked about in that way, no matter who she was. If I were her father or brother or any relation whatsoever, I would have beat him and left him for the vultures.
Rhys leaned back in his chair and crossed his arm
