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Brody's lips crashed down on mine, possessing them, every emotion in my body being pulled through the eye of a needle until it was free on the other side, launching me into the most mind-altering orgasm of my life. So much love flowing out of me, soaking my skin.

And then.

Coming down the other side, Brody still moving inside me—

I wondered what I'd just done.

Liam clapped his hand on my back. "Oh, I know that look." He smacked my ass and moved far enough away that I couldn't reach him. "Someone got lucky last night."

I couldn't hide the smirk on my face.

"Ha." Liam laughed. "I'm right. All I've got to say is finally."

I stepped closer to Liam, nudging him into the short alleyway down the centre of the bar. "I'm glad we waited." I closed my eyes and groaned. "It was so fucking good. Like the best ever."

"Wow. The best ever. That's some commendation."

"We were absolutely in sync. I've never felt this way about a guy before." I was stopping there. There was no way I was going to tell Liam I had blurted out an I love you during sex.

"Oh, Noah, buddy." Liam patted my shoulder. "You have it so bad for him."

I leaned against the shelving containing our whiskeys. "I know … and it's scaring me." Again, not telling him the truth. I'd never hear the end of it. Brody and I were still so new.

"Brody's your boyfriend. You're supposed to be really into him."

It was more than that. I had spilled over the edge for Brody. He had set me aloft on a set of glorious wings. Now, I was afraid those wings would get singed and burned. I had told Brody I was in love with him, and he hadn't said it back, but his actions, the way he kissed me afterward and again when we said our goodbyes, narrated a story I hoped I wasn't misinterpreting.

I pulled away from Liam and headed to my office. It was Sunday but Brody had promised to come in for wings tonight. He'd be here soon. I sat at the desk and pulled out my phone.

Me: Missing you.

I waited for three jumping dots but there were none. I tucked my phone away. He was probably driving, on his way to the pub. I checked it three more times over the next hour.

Nothing.

I was subdued as the guys filtered in for the Salish Sea Society meeting. I checked my phone again. Still nothing. Maybe Brody's mom had ended up in the hospital again. But surely after how much he had shared with me this morning, he would phone or text me and let me know.

Me: Brody? Is everything all right?

Nothing.

Chapter Sixteen | Brody

I didn't want to open the door, but I knew I didn't have a choice. If I didn't open it, Ricky was going to keep phoning and texting me until I did. Not sure why he chose tonight to infiltrate the serenity of my home but that was the thing about Ricky. He had a way of surprising me.

I pulled open the door. "What do you want?"

Ricky looked me up and down. "Are you going to let me in?"

I grunted and stepped aside. Again, no point in being confrontational with him. I hadn't seen him in almost two years, but he was still able to make me buckle to his whims.

I had other things on my mind. I didn't need this unwelcome intrusion. Noah had told me he loved me this morning. And I'd choked. Not able to voice what was in my heart.

That I loved him too.

I hoped he had felt it when I kissed him.

I looked at the time on my phone. I was meant to be leaving for the pub in the next few minutes. I opened the texting app and brought up my thread with Noah.

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