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were threatening to come, but then common sense kicked in and she couldn t help but
smile. Trevor Bradford, easily the hottest man that she had ever laid eyes on had
dragged her across town, demanded that she marry him before he dragged her back
home, determined to have his wicked way with her just to make sure that she was
his.
He loved her, she thought to herself with a ridiculously pleased smile as she turned
right back around and decided to get something to eat while luck was still on her side
and her stomach wasn t making her wish for death. She could really go for a burger,
maybe two, she decided, nearly sighing with relief when her stomach growled in
approval, demanding that she move her ass a little faster and find something to eat.
She d look for Trevor, but only after she got something to eat, because she really
didn t think that passing out on the deck among hundreds of strangers would really be
one of those magical moments that she would want to savor for the rest of her life.
Food was definitely in order first. Then she was going to hunt down her husband so
that they could start enjoying their honey-
Would Zoe Bradford please return to your room immediately, came the intercom
announcement, letting her know that she was going to have to put her plans off for a
bit, which apparently didn t set well with the twins that she was carrying&
Not. At. All.
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Mr. Bradford, your wife will be here soon. Please, just try to calm down and-
Kill. Me, Trevor demanded as he grabbed the ship s doctor by the collar and yanked
him closer. I don t want her to see me like this!
The doctor released a long-suffering sigh as he reached up and easily removed Trevor s
weak grip from his barely wrinkled starched white shirt. Mr. Bradford, he began in
that tone that Trevor did not much care for, not at all, you re not dying.
You don t know that! he snapped back weakly, closing his eyes as he gave up his
attempts to shake some sense into the doctor and grabbed one of the thick fluffy
pillows off the bed and hugged it with everything that he had, praying for a quick
death before Zoe could see him like this.
Mr. Bradford, the doctor began, but Trevor wasn t about to let the judgmental
bastard waste what precious seconds he had left with more of his bullshit.
Listen to me, he bit out, squeezing his pillow tightly, pausing only long enough to
slowly inhale, praying that it would be enough to settle the violent attack currently
destroying him from the inside out, I haven t had a chance to change my will yet and
my wife is pregnant, he began only to let out a pathetic groan when the violent storm
playing out in his stomach threatened to send him diving for the wastebasket.
He just wanted to close his eyes and give in and die, but he needed to do this one thing
first. He needed to do this for his wife and children. I want my wife to inherit all my
properties, my bank accounts, my life insurance, absolutely everything, he said,
pausing to swallow back the bile that once again threatened to take him to his knees,
giving him further proof that the end was near as a thought occurred to him.
Except my Yankees memorabilia. Give that to my cousin Jason, he managed to get
out, pleased that he d managed to do the right thing and protect his poor defenseless
Yankees shirts and balls from the evil woman that fucking adored the Red Sox.
The Red Sox?
What kind of sick bastard would support a team like that? God, he must really love
her, he realized with a pathetic groan as he curled up into a tighter ball, praying that
one of his uncles or cousins stepped in and made sure that his children were raised
right with Yankees posters on their walls and Yankees shirts on their backs. They d
step in and do the right thing if they saw Zoe trying to brainwash his children with all
that Red Sox propaganda bullshit.
They d do the right thing, he reassured himself as he rolled over onto his other side
with a pained groan, wondering when his stomach would stop twisting and turning
and finally put him out of his fucking misery.
I think we should give this another chance, the doctor said calmly as he held up a
bottle of pills, making Trevor s stomach twist in agony at the memory of what the last
pills that the doctor forced down his throat had done.
No, he managed to croak out as he buried his face in his pillow, willing for the ship
to stop shaking, moving, rocking, whatever the hell they wanted to call it, but it
needed to stop immediately.
I m sorry about the last pills, but these should help you, the lying son of a bitch
promised.
Clenching his jaw shut tightly so that the sneaky bastard couldn t shove any more
poison in his mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head as much as he
dared, which wasn t a hell of a lot. God, he wasn t sure what was worse, the fact that
every single movement and breath that he took made him wish for death or the fact
that he d just spent the last five hours sitting in a buffet unable able to eat a single
bite of food, because just the thought of eating any of that food had made him queasy.
I need you to try these pills, the sick bastard that had somehow managed to get a
medical license said more firmly while he laid there, waiting for his loving wife to
return so that he could say goodbye to her.
Grimacing, he shook his head, slightly.
Mr. Bradford, I promise you that these will help, the doctor said with a sigh of
exasperation that was going to get his ass kicked.
That s what you said the last time, Trevor managed to bite out, struggling not to lose
what was left of his breakfast at the reminder of what happened as soon as the last
pills had hit his system.
Some people react badly to those pills once sea sickness kicks in, but these pills
should do the-
What s going on? his loving wife asked, interrupting the bastard trying to kill him
and making him sag with relief because he knew that everything would be okay now.
Are you his wife? the doctor asked with a slight hesitation that Trevor found
insulting, but since he could barely move without praying for death, he decided to add
it to the growing list of offenses that was going to get the smug bastard thrown
overboard just as soon as the world stopped spinning.
Yes, what s going on? Zoe asked, for some reason sounding a bit impatient and not at
all like a loving, devoted wife should sound like when she found her husband, the man
she loved and adored, on the verge of death.
At least, in his opinion she didn t&
He has a touch of sea sickness and won t take these pills that will-
Before the doctor could finish spouting more of his bullshit, he suddenly found himself
shoved onto his back, his wife straddling his chest, and not in the good way, pinning
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