Page 131 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

I shove his shoulder, but considering he’s latched onto me, it barely makes a difference.

“I’m serious,” he adds. “I can prove it to you. Get my phone out of my jacket pocket.”

The device is easy to find and extract, but I add that, “You could do this yourself.”

“Ah, but then I’d have to let you go and I’m going to take a pass on that. Hold it up to my face.”

The phone registers his facial features and winks open. I figured out what he saved my number as months ago, but I’m prepared to play along and giggle for his enjoyment.

His thirsty ass also still has mine as his home screen.

“LOML,” I read aloud to confirm. “Lust of my life.”

“No, bunny. Love of my life.”

My fingers tighten on the little device.

Blood rushes to my face and I hug the phone to my chest.

“I was gone for you the first time you touched me,” he adds.

Tears well up in my eyes and I fight them back. I don’t want to ruin my makeup or the moment by blubbering.

“Think we can convince the others?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Just like that?”

“Yes.”

“We’re doing this unsanctioned.”

“Yup.”

“And you’re fine with that?”

“Absolutely.”

“Even Trick?”

“Especially Trick.”

“Just tell me already.”

“Our pricey lawyers are no match for bureaucracy. The Admin rejected our request for an exclusive courtship. Apparently, a lot of people are interested in you, Izzy. None of them are allowed to touch what’s ours.

“In the broader pool, even with our history together, the lawyers think it’s unlikely they’ll approve the match at all. We’ve been unofficially recommended to take matters into our own hands. The more uncontrolled and impulsive it is, the better.”

The phantom pain from the chip on my arm itches. It’s only been gone for five hours and already I’m jumping off a metaphorical cliff.

They should never have trusted me.

“When did this news happen?” I ask.

“This afternoon.”

“And when were you going to tell me?”

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