Champagne and Bullets: Book 1 (Military Moguls) by Olivia Jaymes Page A
Authors: Olivia Jaymes
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didn’t take it.” Darby’s gaze swung to Amanda, who was still trying to get over the shock of hearing that he had been the one to cut her tires, not some neighbor kids.
“Were you watching us?” she asked, shuddering at the thought of him sitting outside while she and Seb had made love.
“Somebody had to. You aren’t capable of running your own life. You need someone to help you.”
The last damn thing she needed was help from someone like Darby.
“Get out.” Amanda stomped to the door. “Out! I hope to never lay eyes on you ever again.”
Darby moved towards the door but stopped halfway turning to Seb. “Too bad you didn’t die from that bullet. It would have solved everything.”
He slammed the door behind him and she listened as his car tore out of the driveway. It was sad to see the ending of an old friendship, but Darby’s arrogant attitude and possessive nature had become too much. He was clearly unstable when it came to her and Seb.
She ran her own life and now she had the man of her dreams to live it with. He just needed to get over the guilt trip he’d sent himself on. It was time to turn their backs on the past and look firmly to the future.
“You okay, Mandy? I’m sorry it got ugly like that.”
She went into his open arms and pressed her head to his chest. “I had no idea he was that possessive of me. That he was that…”
“Crazy?” Seb offered. “Darby has issues and I hope he seeks help.”
“How did you know it was Darby who slashed my tires?” She leaned back so she could look into his eyes. They’d gone from cold to warm in moments and she basked in their admiration.
“I didn’t.” Seb shook his head. “Not until I came here tonight and he was ranting on and on. I took a stab in the dark and it paid off. Are you going to tell the police?”
“I guess I should. I don’t want them to expend any resources trying to solve this when we know who did it. I hate to press charges, though. I just feel so betrayed.”
“I know,” Seb nodded, his strong hands stroked her back soothingly. “I would too in your shoes. Why don’t you sleep on it and decide in the morning? You don’t have to call the police tonight. If you don’t want to press charges you can make that conditional on Darby seeking some professional help for his obsession.”
“He shouldn’t have said that about you dying. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t survived being shot.”
Her world would have been very dark indeed if that bullet had taken his life.
“Luckily for us that bullet didn’t have my name on it.” He stepped away from her and their gazes locked. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Mandy.”
Chapter Thirteen
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“I ’ve come to say I’m sorry.”
Seb’s hands were shoved in his jeans pockets but his soft brown eyes were full of love. Amanda crossed her arms over her chest and lifted the corner of an eyebrow.
“What are you sorry for?”
“Doing it again. Going off alone and not treating you like a partner. I promise I’ll get better with practice.”
She moved toward him so they were standing inches apart and placed her hands on his arms, the skin warm under her palms.
“You’re already getting better. Last time took thirteen years, but this one only took about two hours and forty-five minutes. That’s real improvement.”
“I want to tell you it won’t happen again but it might,” Seb conceded with a grimace. “But I think I can turn it around in less than thirty minutes going forward.”
“We’ll work on it together. You’re not alone anymore.”
“Neither are you.” His hands came out of his pockets and he pulled her back into his arms. “I think you’ll keep me on the straight and narrow, that’s for sure.”
She slid her arms around his middle and gazed up into his beloved face. “That’s the plan, although you had me pretty worried. I thought this might take days instead of hours.”
“I’m sorry I made you
“Were you watching us?” she asked, shuddering at the thought of him sitting outside while she and Seb had made love.
“Somebody had to. You aren’t capable of running your own life. You need someone to help you.”
The last damn thing she needed was help from someone like Darby.
“Get out.” Amanda stomped to the door. “Out! I hope to never lay eyes on you ever again.”
Darby moved towards the door but stopped halfway turning to Seb. “Too bad you didn’t die from that bullet. It would have solved everything.”
He slammed the door behind him and she listened as his car tore out of the driveway. It was sad to see the ending of an old friendship, but Darby’s arrogant attitude and possessive nature had become too much. He was clearly unstable when it came to her and Seb.
She ran her own life and now she had the man of her dreams to live it with. He just needed to get over the guilt trip he’d sent himself on. It was time to turn their backs on the past and look firmly to the future.
“You okay, Mandy? I’m sorry it got ugly like that.”
She went into his open arms and pressed her head to his chest. “I had no idea he was that possessive of me. That he was that…”
“Crazy?” Seb offered. “Darby has issues and I hope he seeks help.”
“How did you know it was Darby who slashed my tires?” She leaned back so she could look into his eyes. They’d gone from cold to warm in moments and she basked in their admiration.
“I didn’t.” Seb shook his head. “Not until I came here tonight and he was ranting on and on. I took a stab in the dark and it paid off. Are you going to tell the police?”
“I guess I should. I don’t want them to expend any resources trying to solve this when we know who did it. I hate to press charges, though. I just feel so betrayed.”
“I know,” Seb nodded, his strong hands stroked her back soothingly. “I would too in your shoes. Why don’t you sleep on it and decide in the morning? You don’t have to call the police tonight. If you don’t want to press charges you can make that conditional on Darby seeking some professional help for his obsession.”
“He shouldn’t have said that about you dying. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t survived being shot.”
Her world would have been very dark indeed if that bullet had taken his life.
“Luckily for us that bullet didn’t have my name on it.” He stepped away from her and their gazes locked. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Mandy.”
Chapter Thirteen
‡
“I ’ve come to say I’m sorry.”
Seb’s hands were shoved in his jeans pockets but his soft brown eyes were full of love. Amanda crossed her arms over her chest and lifted the corner of an eyebrow.
“What are you sorry for?”
“Doing it again. Going off alone and not treating you like a partner. I promise I’ll get better with practice.”
She moved toward him so they were standing inches apart and placed her hands on his arms, the skin warm under her palms.
“You’re already getting better. Last time took thirteen years, but this one only took about two hours and forty-five minutes. That’s real improvement.”
“I want to tell you it won’t happen again but it might,” Seb conceded with a grimace. “But I think I can turn it around in less than thirty minutes going forward.”
“We’ll work on it together. You’re not alone anymore.”
“Neither are you.” His hands came out of his pockets and he pulled her back into his arms. “I think you’ll keep me on the straight and narrow, that’s for sure.”
She slid her arms around his middle and gazed up into his beloved face. “That’s the plan, although you had me pretty worried. I thought this might take days instead of hours.”
“I’m sorry I made you
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