“Over my dead body,” Cruz finally spoke as Presley began packing up things in the room. “What are you doing?”
“Packing.” She fought the tremor in her voice. She was hurting. All of Cruz’s angry words were under her skin like a million little needles. He thought she was a child. He thought he was the one who needed to come up with an adult plan to save her like she was some damsel in distress who needed a man to rescue her. Didn’t he realize it was a stupid man who got her into this s**t?
“Why are you packing?”
“Can’t have Liborio’s babies from your bed,” she said bluntly.
“You think you’re going to go move into his suite?”
“I did tell him I was going to have his kids.”
“Ladybird, if I have to bring Algernon into it and kidnap you and throw you on a yacht in the middle of the,” his vo
