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“And you want to do it again?”

“Well, not immediately because I think I’m going to be a very, very sore Winnie tomorrow, but… soon? Absolutely.”

He kisses me, and smooths a satiny sheet over my warm skin. “Then I promise you, we’ll do it again.”

Chapter 36

Winnie

“Where exactly do you think you’re going, Winifred?”

Jack’s voice startles me, and I turn to find him standing there, clad in faded jeans that mold to the contours of his sculpted legs. Yum.

But his eyes betray his lack of sleep, and I can’t help but notice the weariness etched on his face.

Oops. Totally my fault.

It’s been four days since my camping trip, and going by the original plan drawn up, it’s meant to be Max’s turn for the next date. But for some reason, Max hasn’t brought up our date – or lack thereof – yet. And I haven’t pressed the matter, hoping it’s just because everything has been full steam ahead with the reno.

I don’t know, but I’m trying to go with the flow and enjoy every moment. Thankfully that hasn’t been a difficult plan to follow when a different Hammer has been in my bed each night.

Last night, as Jack and I stretched out in my bed, he held me in his arms and we chatted for hours. It was a throwback to childhood, thick with memories of our best times together. At one point, we made each other laugh so loudly the guys in the rooms surrounding mine banged on their walls multiple times to shut us up. Naturally, that only made our laughter worse.

I know how it sounds, having a different guy in my bed every night. But it hasn’t been a nonstop fuck-frenzy. Far from it. We talk and we cuddle and there’s plenty of kissing and affection, but that’s as far as it’s gone. After taking Cruz, Axel, and Diesel all in one night, my body really, really needed a break.

Maybe that’s why Max hasn’t mentioned the date? To give me a chance to rest?

Or maybe Max is just taking extra time to plan a special date for me?

Whatever it is, I’m so excited for it. Just the thought of being alone with Max makes me giddy. I miss our private time together.

“Winnie, I mean it. Where exactly do you think you’re going?” Jack repeats, this time with a frown. “You’re not even supposed to be over here today.”

“Hey, Jackalope,” I grin.

He closes the gap between us, lifting my chin so my mouth meets his in a sweet kiss. Then he spins me around, so I’m facing the front door I’ve just come through.

“Go.”

I turn right back around. “I’m only here for a second. I just…”

I glance around. This renovation has been unorthodox in a lot of ways. For starters, you know, sex on the stairs. That’s new and different. But also the guys have been pretty much treating the upstairs and downstairs as completely different job sites.

Not to mention, they won’t allow me upstairs at all anymore. When the triplets and I returned from our date, an elaborate scaffolding had been erected in front of the house, with tarps completely shielding everything behind it from my view.

I peek into the living/dining area, which has been pretty much completely neglected until now, and see that the insulation has been installed and a bunch of the guys are putting up drywall.

“Which one of you douchenozzles took my measuring tape?” Gunnar demands.

He sounds incredibly grumpy and I smile. It’s around this point of every job that Gunnar gets impatient.

“Why?” Cruz calls back. “Checking to see if your micro-weenie has had a growth spurt?”

“I can assure you, Cruzie,” I pipe up, “there is nothing micro about Gun’s weenie.”

Cruz glances over his shoulder and sees me. He grins, nods. Then he stops and frowns. “Hey, what are you doing here? You’re not allowed to be here.”

I place my hands on my hips, and put on a fake pout. I know I’ve been banned from the reno house because there’s stuff happening that they don’t want me to see, and I live for their surprises. But. It doesn’t mean I can’t give them a hard time about it.

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