Own Me (Masters of Corsica #1) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Masters of Corsica Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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“Drop it, Gwen.”

“Not on your life.”

I look from one to the other while Fabien and Thayer continue to talk.

“Something you want to tell me?” I murmur to Cosette.

When her cheeks flush pink, I know I’ve struck a nerve.

“Nicolette,” she whispers, leaning closer so only I can hear her.

“Yes?”

“He likes…he told me he likes…he likes pets,” she stammers.

I feel my lips threaten to turn upward, but I don’t want her to think I’m laughing at her.

“Who, honey?” I whisper back.

“Ly-Lyam,” she stammers again, shaking her head.

“I know, he has snakes and things like that,” I begin with a grimace, when she shakes her head vehemently.

“Nicolette,” she moans. “No. Not that kind of a pet.”

“Oh. Oh.” I blink. “Well…” I wonder if I’m in way over my head here.

If we all are.

I wonder if I should suggest to Fabien that we go back to Paris. The very idea of Savannah, my little sister, ever even knowing this is here—

“Nicolette.”

I look up to see Fabien staring at me with that look that makes my heart flutter. That look that tells me I mean the absolute world to him. That I belong to him.

“Yes?” I ask, my voice a little wobbly. It takes me a minute to remember why. I’d bet those two pink lines I saw on the test this morning, that I’m fully planning on telling him about tonight over dinner, have something to do with it.

“Did you hear anything Thayer said?”

I look over to see Thayer’s stern glare.

Grumpy, grumpy.

“I didn’t.”

Fabien smiles. My heart turns over in my chest.

“We’re needed on another job,” he says.

I stand and stifle a squeal. There’s something about being in the central lobby of La Luxe that makes me want to appear refined and sophisticated and…okay, disgustingly rich.

“Is that so?” I ask with an attempt at amused-meets-haughty.

He grins. “It is so. Now get your ass over here so we can pick out our evening attire.”

That’s code for disguises.

I walk over to him and let him take me by the hand. We walk together toward the exit.

Toward our destination.

Toward the rest of our lives.

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