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He snorted. “She’s no worse than the cats.”

I grunted. “Just what we need—a four-legged peanut gallery.”

“Well, then let’s just be grateful none of them speak English.”

I laughed as I settled against him. “Okay. Fair.”

“Mmhmm.” He kissed me lightly. “And for the record? You are an evil, evil tease.”

“You’re welcome.”

Anthony laughed, cuddling closer to me, and I kissed the top of his head as I held him.

I felt so damn good, and not just because of the sex. This trip had been hard in a lot of ways, but I’d reconnected with my family. I’d spent time with my dad. And I’d fallen just a little harder for this sweet, sexy man.

Those three words were again right on the tip of my tongue. It was still too soon to say them, but deep down, I knew. I could feel it.

I loved this man.

Chapter 37

Anthony

The trip to Portland felt like a dream as I pulled myself together for the first post-Christmas practice. I was used to short trips, some of which such whirlwinds of activity that they felt like hallucinations afterward, but holidays with Wyatt’s family had left a different mark on me. Though we’d only been gone for a few days, I swore it had been weeks since I’d been in my own house. Woken up beside Wyatt in my own bed instead of in the hotel room. Played with and maneuvered around my cats.

Ridden into practice with my ex-boyfriend.

I wasn’t looking forward to that last thing, but it wasn’t like I could avoid it. Sitting in a barstool at my kitchen island, I groaned as the garage door opened. Here we go again.

“You good?” Wyatt watched me over his coffee cup with a sympathetic grimace.

“I’ll be fine.” I sighed and pulled on my hoodie. Then I smiled and put a hand on his back. “I only have to put up with him for a few hours. When I get home…”

Wyatt’s grin almost cancelled out my irritation with the day ahead of me. The long, lazy kiss definitely helped.

The irritated honk-honk from the garage had me sighing and annoyed all over again.

“Just a few hours.” Wyatt brushed my cheek with his fingertips. “I’ll make you forget all about it when you get back.”

“Mmm, now I won’t be able to concentrate.”

“You’ll be fine.” He kissed me again, then nodded toward the garage. “Go. It’ll be over before you know it.”

I made a playfully whiny sound, which got the desired chuckle out of him. That would carry me through this stupid day.

I said goodbye to the cats and headed out to the garage. After a skyward plea for strength, I dropped into the passenger seat of the idling X5.

This was when Simon would normally back out of the garage and we’d hit the road. Instead, he glared across the console at me. “What’s going on with you and Wyatt?”

I blinked. “Um. Why?”

He tsked. “Don’t play games. Just admit you’re banging him.”

“Uh.” I twisted toward him. “How about we start with the part where you tell me why that’s any of your business?”

Simon’s glare hardened. “If anyone finds out, we’re both in deep shit. And your career is in limbo. You understand that, right?”

“Are you threatening to tell someone?”

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