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If I brought them, it didn’t mean I’d have to use them. Plus, Weston had assured me he was diligent about his health and he was clean. I didn’t have any reason to believe him, but that little voice inside me did.

I trusted Weston.

I barely knew him, but I was starting to. And he hadn’t lied to me yet. In fact it was quite the opposite. He’d been upfront with me since that night at M’s Place.

I grabbed the box, just in case.

Better to be prepared than not, right?

I looked at the quiet, dark space of my house, for the first time really feeling the absence of another person.

It had never bothered me as much before. Men came and went in my life, and my house was constant. It would always be here, even when they weren’t.

But as I looked around at the crisp, clean, and cozy living room, I wondered what it would be like... to share this place with someone.

But not just any someone...

Weston.

Would he fit in here?

Amongst the Star Wars figurines and the handmade gifts from pet parents?

Would he look just as perfect on my little grey couch with a cup of coffee as he did in Bernard’s?

Would he feel at home somewhere like here?

With me?

The thoughts that assaulted me were alarming.

This was a bad idea, wasn’t it?

A week ago I would have said yes. But I couldn’t quite say that now, not as every inch of me felt pulled toward the Palisades, toward Weston.

So I slung the bag over my shoulder, locked the door, and headed back to my car, thinking the whole way to the hotel that this is it.

This is the moment I lose my goddamn marbles and jump off the cliff.

I could only hope that Weston would be there to catch me, and that I wasn’t making a complete mistake.

CHAPTER 26

Cade

When I showed up to Weston’s hotel room, I felt on the edge of a damn precipice. I held two pints of Rocky Road in my hand, wondering if Weston even liked ice cream, or Rocky Road for that matter, pausing before I knocked. But almost as if he could sense me, he opened the door, smiling haughtily.

“You came back.”

“I told you I would,” I said as I cleared my throat, showing off the ice cream.

“I hope you like Rocky Road,” I said as Weston waved me in.

“I like all flavors of ice cream,” he said, flashing me a smirk as he closed the door.

Holy shit, I’m actually doing this.

I dropped my bag on the floor, setting the ice cream down on the bureau.

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