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She buried her face against the side of his neck, and whispered, “You’re mine too.”

Chapter Twelve

This past five days had been everything.

It was the end of the day, nearly five o’clock, and almost time for Corey to go home.

She checked her phone between appointments, and saw that Ace had messaged. At the store. Want anything for the house?

Twister orange soda. Send.

A picture came through a few seconds later of a twelve-pack of cans of Twister sitting in a grocery cart. I’ve got you.

That was her favorite phrase from him. You are the perfect man. Send.

Far from it. Did you get them yet?

Huh? Get what? The bell over the door dinged, and a flower-delivery man came in with a huge bouquet, but they weren’t traditional flowers.

The flowers were made of...bacon. Motherfreaking bacon!

“Oh my gosh,” she said, cracking up as she accepted them.

“Corey Gable, I’m guessing?” the delivery man asked.

“That’s me,” she mused, studying the bacon bouquet.

“Have a good day,” he said, and gave a little wave before he left.

There was a card, so she plucked it off the little plastic holder and opened it up.

Dear human,

I think you’re pretty swell.

Thanks for always letting me play with your boobs.

Yours,

Ace

She squealed and tapped her feet really fast onto the carpet beneath her desk. How freaking cute was this?

“Is that from your boyfriend?” her coworker, Daisy the One-Upper, asked.

“Yep!”

“Well, my boyfriend got me two-dozen roses last week. They were delivered to my house, so no one here got to see them.”

“That’s an amazing story, Daisy,” she muttered, speed-typing a text to Ace. AGAIN I SAY, PERFECT MAN. BACON!! Send.

He put four laughing-emoji faces and then, I thought you might like those.

I got you a present too. Send.

Woman. I’ve already explained what presents mean to Hollands. Careful there.

She smiled and glanced over at the paper bag that held the bagel she’d bought on her lunch break. Oh, she knew exactly what presents meant.

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