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“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, making her look over her shoulder and stick her tongue out at me.

Grinning, I look at my phone when it goes off, and chuckle when I see Smokey’s reply. “He’ll be here in ten….”

She sighs. “Traitor.”

I snort just before something cold splats on the side of my face, shocking me.

“Oh my God, Autumn! No, baby!” A woman gasps…which I am extremely uncomfortable to admit makes my dick twitch. Liv turns round to see what the commotion is but soon starts laughing.

I feel a napkin wipe my face as I blink several times in shock, all while Liv laughs her ass off.

A woman stutters, “I am so s-s-sorry, sir….” She’s laughing.

I curl my top lip, fighting back laughter of my own.

“Momma, Momma,” a small voice giggles. “Look, share,” it continues.

“Yes, baby…. Sir, I-I am really sorry, she uh, she’s in a sharing phase,” the woman continues as she tries not to laugh, and wipes my face.

Liv plops my order on the counter, her face red, and I point at her. “Now I’m glad I told my brother you're working.” She laughs louder, not one bit giving a shit, before I turn to the woman and state, “No offense, lady, but you don’t seem very sorry with the laughter you’re….”

My words trail off as we make eye contact, and holy shit, I feel like I’ve just been punched in the gut. All the air is sucked out of my lungs as my eyes lock with her deep green ones.

Fuck me….

I let my eyes roam her body. Her red hair is up in a messy bun, she’s in overalls, and freckles are scattered over her button nose. Her plump, heart-shaped lips part a little.

She’s fucking beautiful.

My heart races; the urge to pull her into my arms and hold her tight is strong, and I’m instantly scared of that feeling.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The woman blinks several times, clearly feeling the same as me, and I know, at this moment, she’s fucking mine.

“Oh, shit…. And another one bites the dust,” I hear Liv mutter, but I don’t take my eyes off the beauty standing before me.

I can see it all.

My future, my wife, my home.

Fuck….

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Aurora – Twenty Years Old

I freeze in shock, my laughter truly gone, as I crane my neck and lock eyes with the dark chocolate brown ones before me.

My stomach flips, my heart racing.

He’s, oh wow…he’s gorgeous, even with milkshake on the side of his face, stuck on his stubble-covered, chiseled jaw….

I’m not sure how she managed it, but one moment, Autumn was swinging her legs in the highchair, drinking out of her straw, and the next, she was throwing it across the table, hitting the face of some guy wearing a wife beater with overalls tied at his hips.

A really hot guy….

I felt bad, I did, but I couldn’t help but laugh; he just stood there in shock while the barista nearly fell to the floor laughing. But when he spoke to the woman behind the counter, his voice went through me, rumbling, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.

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