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Aurora claps. “Better. Definitely a six point two.”

“A six point two? I’ll show you a six point two,” I mutter before attacking her ribs.

She giggles as she tries to push me away. “Don’t. I’ll pee my pants.”

I freeze. “Do pregnant women have bladder issues?”

“Nope. But I got you to stop, didn’t I?”

I go after her again but she flees from me. I give chase. Of course, I do. I will always chase Aurora.

“Caught you,” I shout as I reach her. She slaps away my hands and I realize she’s freezing.

“Time for some hot chocolate,” I declare as I drag her inside.

“Hot chocolate? You have hot chocolate?”

“We have hot chocolate.”

I settle her in a chair in the dining room before continuing to the kitchen. I open the refrigerator and pull out a jug of milk and a bottle of squeezable chocolate. I raise the items in the air for her to see. “Tada!”

She whistles. “Good job.”

“You’re patronizing me but I’m okay with it. I am an international sex symbol after all. I’m used to being objectified.”

She giggles as I heat the milk in the microwave. When it’s finished, I set the mug on the table in front of her.

She cautiously picks it up and blows on the liquid before taking a small sip. Her eyes widen in surprise. “This is actually good.”

“You should never underestimate, Jett the hot chocolate maker.” I pretend to twirl my cape around before sitting across from her.

She giggles again and my heart warms. I want to make her happy. I want to hear her giggle every evening as we sit across from each other at the dining table. I want to spend my life finding ways to make her laugh.

But it isn’t to be. I’m not the man for her. No matter how much I may wish it otherwise.

Chapter 17

Chocolate cake – as good an excuse as any other to skip work

Aurora

“Ding dong, ding dong,” Indigo hollers as she enters the house.

I quickly finish typing my email and hit send before facing her. “Making the sound of a doorbell isn’t the same as knocking.”

“Why would I knock?”

“Because this isn’t your house.”

Her nose wrinkles. “I’m confused.”

“You don’t understand what personal boundaries are, do you?”

“It’s not as if you’re banging Jett and I’d walk in on the two of you getting it on, is it?” She bites her lip and waits for my answer.

“You’re shameless,” I mutter as I return my attention to my work.

She plops down on the chair opposite me. “Come on, bestie. Give me something here. Does he stare at you with longing in his eyes? Has he accidentally ended up in your bedroom in the middle of the night?”

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