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but…yeah, she’s beautiful.”
    “Wasn’t talking about that. I’m not even going there or I’d punch the lights out of half the room in there for looking at her. I meant your hairy arse. So not an image I want.”
    “Wanker.”
    “Knob.”
    “Cunt.”
    Gray smiled as the conversation degenerated into hurled abuse and stepped up to the counter next to Damon as he carried on.
    “Gets worse though. He’d got his feet right under the table at the posh firm she worked for so she was advised to resign. Not sacked, but you know that’s the next step if she didn’t. Plus the bimbo he was shagging was a model.”
    “Fuck.”
    Sympathy for Frankie flowed through him, quickly followed by an intense need to flatten the guy. Not only for bedding the woman Gray wanted, but for causing her pain and anguish.
    “That’s about the size of it. Nineteen, slim, masses of blonde hair and tits out to here.”
    Damon motioned around a foot in front of his chest. The analytical part of Gray’s mind argued, if the model had breasts that big, she’d be bent in two with the weight of them, but wisely, he didn’t say that.
    “So now Frankie’s convinced that she’s too old, and fat.” He sighed, ran a hand through the short spikes of his dark hair. “You know what women are like, mate. Doesn’t matter what you tell them; they’ll still be convinced that they look like the back end of a bus.”
    Gray nodded in response, a sympathetic expression on his face. He knew how delicate a woman’s self-confidence was and Damon was right. It didn’t matter what anyone said; it was how a woman felt inside. Fists clenching and unclenching at his side, he made plans to track down her twat of an ex and elicit some payback of a violent type. See if the guy could still pull a model after that.
    “So don’t hurt her, okay?” Damon’s expression was forbidding. “Or me and you are gonna be having words, clear?”
    “Crystal, mate.” Gray nodded. Those words would be of the physical type but he totally understood that. The Cross siblings had always looked out for each other, and he’d do exactly the same if he had sisters.
    Damon nodded, and a measure of calm and composure returned to his expression. “Good. We cool? Sorry about the thing with the wall.”
    “Yeah. We’re good. Don’t worry about it; I’d have done the same.” He waved a dismissive hand toward the wall as he took a step back toward the urinals. Then he paused, looking over his shoulder as Damon reached the door.
    “One last thing. I won’t hurt her, but if she gives me the slightest interest that’s she’s interested…then she’s mine.”
    Damon stopped and Gray waited, expecting another flare-up or to be slammed against the wall again. Finally, he nodded, a sly smile spreading across his face. “I’ll get the shotgun and my best man’s speech ready then.”
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    “You, young lady, are drunk.”
    Gray chuckled as they stepped out of the warm lobby into the cool night air of the street to wait for their taxi. Although the hotel was in one of the better parts of the city, traffic was still constant, taxis and buses mixed in with private cars as people went about their business. At this time of night, mostly that consisted of getting home, wherever that was. Right now, Gray was thinking of home, but not his.
    Frankie giggled, a little unsteady on her heels as he held her hand firmly in his to help her down the low-rise steps at the front of the building. He got the feeling she didn’t wear them often, or perhaps it was the alcohol he’d plied her with to get her to loosen up.
    “It’s your fault anyway! You kept filling my glass and I’m not young. I’m at least a century older than you are,” she declared, flinging her arms wide on the word least . The sudden movement threatened her balance and she swayed for a moment before stumbling against him. He moved to block her fall, the soft swell of her breasts pressing against his