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It nearly knocks me off my fucking feet.

They rise off the shower floor. I kiss him. I kiss her. We clean each other up.

We return to our bed together, Phoebe happily curling up between us.

We fall asleep clinging to each other, closer than ever before.

And Valentine’s Day hasn’t even started yet.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Phoebe

I awaken to a dream, but then I realize I’m no longer sleeping.

Nope. This is just my life.

The first face I see is Thad’s, snoozing softly beside me. By some timing of fate, his eyes open in that moment.

He sees me and smiles.

“Good morning,” I whisper.

“Good morning, milady,” he says, matching my volume. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I say.

He looks over my shoulder, his smile remaining.

I peek behind me. Max is awake, too.

“Good morning,” I tell him, turning around.

“Good morning,” he says.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He shifts close to kiss my forehead. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I say, snuggling my pillow as Thad kisses the back of my shoulder. “I want nothing more than a quiet and cozy low key Valentine’s with my boys.”

Max grimaces. “Yeah, about that…”

“We should probably get dressed if we’re going to make our flight,” Thad says.

“Flight?” I ask. “What flight?”

“Our super secret surprise flight we booked.”

“What?” I glance at both of their grins. “What happened to low key?”

“Oh, we lied,” Max says.

The doorbell rings downstairs.

I squint. “Who is that?”

“You better go answer it,” Thad says.

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