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“Bleehhhh…”

“Sorry, sometimes we forget civilians are a bit more…” I look at his pale face and shaky hands. “…delicate.”

“You think?” Toby glares at me before puking again.

“There, there. It’s over now.” I pat his back like the fucking pillar of moral support that I am.

“Great landing. Now you can all leave,” says a voice behind me, and for some reason, it freaking irks me.

“I apologize for the landing, Mr. Harrington-Hale—” Logan starts to say, but the same voice cuts him off.

“My name is Cillian, not Mr. Harrington-Hale.”

Of course, the fucking spoiled brat is already complaining before we’ve even shaken hands.

Before turning around to face the insufferable asshole, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Relax, Knox.

Don’t kill anyone, Knox.

Another deep breath…

This is just a job.

Just one temporary client.

Feeling calmer, I relax my frown, turn around, and freeze.

“He—” I try to finish my sentence, but the words die in my throat.

Ever since Björn opened his mouth about the new client, I’ve been ready to be annoyed by him, prepared to deal with his damn entitlement, ready to tolerate a childish attitude, and fully prepared to hate his guts.

But nothing could have prepared me for this.

For him.

Cillian Harrington-freaking-Hale is without a doubt the most unbelievably gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

The profile said he is in his mid-thirties, but his face has a youthfulness to it.

The wind from the helicopter’s rotors makes his sandy-brown, shoulder-length hair float around his perfect jawline, and a few strands of hair graze his plush lips, drawing my eyes right to them.

I want to taste them.

No—scratch that.

I force my gaze upward, finally meeting his gray-blue eyes. They are glaring at me with such intensity that I can physically feel the heat sinking directly into my skin.

Fuck…

Fuck.

Fuck!

I always assumed this mission was going to be a pain, but now I know it will be a fucking nightmare.

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