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“That’s very inspirational.”

He frowned.

"What’s wrong?" I asked.

“I hope Dad doesn’t fuck up things again.”

“What do you mean?”

“Leo got wind that he wants to buy a property around Boston. Maddox says he wants to start a new business.”

“Oh. And that’s bad?”

“It’s out of the question. I won’t allow him to ruin the family name again.”

“So what do you plan to do?”

“Stop him. I don’t know how yet, but I will.” He caressed my jaw with his thumb. "I'm not used to talking about this with anyone outside my family. I'm enjoying it."

He tilted forward, brushing his lips against mine.

Will you look at that? His other hand had gone down to my hip again.

"Gabe," I whispered and stepped back.

"I can’t stop thinking about you," he said. "I think of you at work, at home, when I'm with you, when I'm not. Especially when I'm not with you. I'm not used to it."

His shoulders tensed for a brief second, and my breath caught. "But you like it?"

"So much."

He moved his hand even farther down, fondling my ass.

I grinned, taking a large step back this time.

"Right, I'm going to wait for you downstairs."

"We still have a few minutes."

"No." He shook his head. "It's safer if I go now."

I giggled. "I think you're right."

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Chapter Twenty-Two

Gabe

Grandfather's birthday was always a very subdued affair. Most years he didn't celebrate it at all. We always stopped by his home to drop off a gift, but he never wanted a big dinner or anything. So I was surprised when he called a few weeks ago to say he was inviting all of his grandkids over for a dinner on his birthday.

"Sure," I said. "How big is the party going to be?"

"It's just us family, and that's already a lot of people. Your grandmother is planning the menu."

I stopped in the act of opening an email on my laptop. "Tell me she's not planning to cook herself."

"That's not a battle I'm willing to engage in." But I was. I respected Grandfather for choosing his battles, but I hadn't reached that point yet.

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