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knuckles went white and reminded myself that throwing it at his handsome head would get me kicked out of the airport. I was not about to miss Paris because Saxon was acting like the ass I always knew he was.
    “ Don’t lie, Brenna.” His voice was velvet rubbing along my neck and against my ears. “It doesn’t suit you.”
    “ You really think I’m happy you’re here?” Screw the repercussions; smacking him upside the head with 400 pages of Russian tragedy would be worth any price.
    “ I know you wanted Jakey, but maybe you’ll accept my sloppy seconds.” He looked down at Jake’s ring on my finger. “Let me guess. Autre ne Veuil? C’est tout Mon Deuir?
    I ignored how Saxon’s French snaked around his tongue and spilled into my ears like warm honey. “ A Vila Mon Coer, Gardi Li Mo ,” I bit out.
    “ Well, well.” Saxon’s smile was hard. “So you’re Jake’s heart now? Or am I misreading the sentiment? Keep guard, Blix. I would hate to see my baby brother hurt.”
    “ Fuck off, Saxon,” I hissed. “You don’t give one damn about Jake, and I know it.”
    “ Yep.” He flipped his words out so they would seem casual, but I could hear that he cared right down to his marrow. “I bet a spoiled little brat knows exactly what it’s like to have a sibling you can’t talk to because a girl got in the fucking way. Spare me the lecture.”
    “ Spare me your conversation in general, you asshole. I don’t want to talk to you again.” I felt my blood actually boiling in my body.
    “ Done,” he snapped and sat up with an irritated jerk of his long limbs. “And likewise. I would really appreciate it if you could keep the hell away from me.”
    “ Take your own advice.” I gathered my carryon, ready to storm away from his idiotic company. “I want nothing to do with you.”
    Just then, I noticed Saxon’s mother standing over us. “Hello, Brenna.” Her face looked ageless and remarkably lovely. She smiled at me like a real-life Renaissance angel. “I’m Lylee, and I’ve heard so much about you from Suzanne.”
    “ I’m sorry if my mom was a little crazy,” I apologized. “She doesn’t realize that not everyone on earth wants to talk about me all the time.” I returned her smile, despite the fact that she was Saxon’s mom. Or maybe because of it. There was something undeniably attractive about her.
    “ Not at all.” She looked me up and down, and there was naked approval in her black eyes. I was sure of it; I had seen the exact same thing in her son’s eyes often enough. “Everything she tells me meshes with all the things my son has said. And hasn’t said.” She winked at Saxon.
    He rolled his eyes. “Very deep, Mom. How long until we board?”
    “ Don’t be a jackass, Saxon,” his mother advised cheerfully. “You’re not seriously going to be upset about a vacation to Europe, are you? I mean, I know teen angst is cool with guys, too, but that would be a little extreme, wouldn’t it? We are, after all, going to Paris. Try to keep that at the forefront of your thoughts, little man.” She made a move to brush that errant piece of hair back, but he ducked her touch.
    “ Thanks, Mom,” Saxon ground out.
    “ So nice to meet you, Brenna.” She floated back in my mother’s direction.
    “ Oh shit.” Saxon let his elbows fall forward onto his knees and hung his head.
    “ What?” I felt particularly snarly and nasty.
    “ She likes you.” He rubbed his temples like that fact gave him an instant headache.
    “ How could you possibly know that? She only talked to me for a few minutes.”
    “ I could tell by the way she looked at you.” His voice was so low I could hardly hear it. “She looked at you the way I do. Like she wants to eat you alive.” He slouched back in his seat, a general air of belligerence cocooning him from any more of my questions.
    So Saxon looked at me like he wanted to eat me and was fine admitting it? I wanted to feel offended, but I didn’t. If I was