isn’t.
“I can’t go to bed at night without setting the alarm and making sure the front gates are secure. If I do, some quack might take it upon himself to let himself in, wander around my estate, and hell, I don’t know, maybe even go skinny dipping in my damn pool!”
That very occurrence happened right after Kemper purchased his ten million dollar compound outside of Houston.
“Do you think I like working out in front of the camera? Or pushing my way through a throng of photographers when my life has just become front page news? No, baby. When I signed on for this career, I didn’t agree to let anyone and everyone enter my life at will. I wanted to play football. That’s all!”
Carly crossed her arms. “Are you done?”
“I’m just getting warmed up.”
The loud ding resounded and the pilot said, “Mr. Kapertone, we’re all clear for takeoff. Let us know if you need anything.”
He pushed the royal blue button overhead. “We’re all set back here, Stan.”
When the bell resounded again, Kemper relaxed his neck against the headrest. He caressed her arm before taking her hand in his. “I don’t want to argue with you, gorgeous.”
She sniffed. “I don’t want to fight with you either.”
“We’re fighting?”
She shrugged. “Felt like it to me.”
“Good,” he said, leaning over the armrest and brushing her lips with a quick kiss. “Once we’re up in the air, what you say we make up?”
“What kind of apology did you have in mind?”
He winked. “I’ll surprise you.”
An unexplainable mountain of guilt washed over her. Even though she and Kemper hadn’t deliberately tried to hurt Kara, she couldn’t shake the feeling that their actions in public caused all of the commotion.
As if reading her thoughts, Kemper said, “We can’t do anything to help ease Kara’s mind now. We’ll be on the ground in Cincinnati in a few hours. Once we land, we’ll go straight to her condo. Then, we’ll convince her that neither one of us would ever do anything to hurt her.”
“And then what?” Carly wrung her hands. “I mean, how long has it been since the three of us have been in the same city—let alone the same dwelling—at the same time?”
Kemper looked stumped. “I don’t know. A couple of years maybe? What’s your point? Is there a problem?”
Carly eyed the broad wing of the plane, opening up with the wind’s force as they charged down the runway. “I don’t think it will be as easy as it once was.”
“Why would you say that?” Concern marked Kemper’s furrowed brows. “You and Kara see one another often. You talk daily on the phone. The two of you together could give a guy a complex.”
“Yes, but I love you,” she blurted out.
“I would hope so.” His frown diminished. “I’d hate to think you were just using me for sex.”
She laughed. “Why is it that all rich men think women are after them for the mind-blowing sex?”
“Aren’t you?”
“The sex is only a small perk. I’m after your money and fame,” she teased, shooting him a wink and trying to lighten the mood she’d soured. “And don’t you forget it.”
Stretching his legs out, he clasped his fingers and tucked his hands behind his head. “It’s not something I can easily dismiss when I receive all the credit card statements at the first of the month.”
“You are so tight you squeak,” she complained.
“Take a nap. Once we’re out of this turbulence, I’ll show you what’s tight.”
“Hmm,” she purred. “Now I know why I love you.”
He opened one eye. “Why’s that?”
“You talk dirty to me better than any man I know.”
“I better be the only man giving you naughty ideas.”
“You are,” she whispered, dismissing her silly apprehension about the three of them being together again. She and Kara were on the same page. The relationship they’d each formed with Kemper worked well for their lifestyles. Sighing then, she softly added, “You’re the only one
“I can’t go to bed at night without setting the alarm and making sure the front gates are secure. If I do, some quack might take it upon himself to let himself in, wander around my estate, and hell, I don’t know, maybe even go skinny dipping in my damn pool!”
That very occurrence happened right after Kemper purchased his ten million dollar compound outside of Houston.
“Do you think I like working out in front of the camera? Or pushing my way through a throng of photographers when my life has just become front page news? No, baby. When I signed on for this career, I didn’t agree to let anyone and everyone enter my life at will. I wanted to play football. That’s all!”
Carly crossed her arms. “Are you done?”
“I’m just getting warmed up.”
The loud ding resounded and the pilot said, “Mr. Kapertone, we’re all clear for takeoff. Let us know if you need anything.”
He pushed the royal blue button overhead. “We’re all set back here, Stan.”
When the bell resounded again, Kemper relaxed his neck against the headrest. He caressed her arm before taking her hand in his. “I don’t want to argue with you, gorgeous.”
She sniffed. “I don’t want to fight with you either.”
“We’re fighting?”
She shrugged. “Felt like it to me.”
“Good,” he said, leaning over the armrest and brushing her lips with a quick kiss. “Once we’re up in the air, what you say we make up?”
“What kind of apology did you have in mind?”
He winked. “I’ll surprise you.”
An unexplainable mountain of guilt washed over her. Even though she and Kemper hadn’t deliberately tried to hurt Kara, she couldn’t shake the feeling that their actions in public caused all of the commotion.
As if reading her thoughts, Kemper said, “We can’t do anything to help ease Kara’s mind now. We’ll be on the ground in Cincinnati in a few hours. Once we land, we’ll go straight to her condo. Then, we’ll convince her that neither one of us would ever do anything to hurt her.”
“And then what?” Carly wrung her hands. “I mean, how long has it been since the three of us have been in the same city—let alone the same dwelling—at the same time?”
Kemper looked stumped. “I don’t know. A couple of years maybe? What’s your point? Is there a problem?”
Carly eyed the broad wing of the plane, opening up with the wind’s force as they charged down the runway. “I don’t think it will be as easy as it once was.”
“Why would you say that?” Concern marked Kemper’s furrowed brows. “You and Kara see one another often. You talk daily on the phone. The two of you together could give a guy a complex.”
“Yes, but I love you,” she blurted out.
“I would hope so.” His frown diminished. “I’d hate to think you were just using me for sex.”
She laughed. “Why is it that all rich men think women are after them for the mind-blowing sex?”
“Aren’t you?”
“The sex is only a small perk. I’m after your money and fame,” she teased, shooting him a wink and trying to lighten the mood she’d soured. “And don’t you forget it.”
Stretching his legs out, he clasped his fingers and tucked his hands behind his head. “It’s not something I can easily dismiss when I receive all the credit card statements at the first of the month.”
“You are so tight you squeak,” she complained.
“Take a nap. Once we’re out of this turbulence, I’ll show you what’s tight.”
“Hmm,” she purred. “Now I know why I love you.”
He opened one eye. “Why’s that?”
“You talk dirty to me better than any man I know.”
“I better be the only man giving you naughty ideas.”
“You are,” she whispered, dismissing her silly apprehension about the three of them being together again. She and Kara were on the same page. The relationship they’d each formed with Kemper worked well for their lifestyles. Sighing then, she softly added, “You’re the only one
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