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I shook my head. “I can’t count on that. I hope it goes well, but there’s no guarantee. If we earn enough to fix up the pool, I’ll be thrilled.”

“You don’t think you will?”

I shrugged. “The budget you gave us will pay for the electrician and for a fence around the pool, and staff for the first month. I don’t want to be counting on the payments from parents to pay counselors immediately. We need a little bit of a buffer.”

“That’s smart,” he said. “But there’s still a lot of work besides that.”

“Yeah. Amelia talked to her son, and James and his friends are going to help us clean up the basketball and volleyball courts, probably the landscaping, too. We’ll be functional but not great.”

“What about a building?”

“We don’t know,” I admitted.

“I think the building is a pretty important part of the whole thing.”

“I know,” I breathed, feeling angry and agitated. “I know it is. But if I don’t have the money to make it a reality, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Do you know how much it would be?”

I shook my head. “No.”

He opened his mouth to say something else, then rolled his lips in and gave me a wry look. “I’m being the boss instead of just listening to you.”

“You’re not wrong, though.”

“I didn’t start talking about the budget to push you into a corner. I got carried away.”

“You’re passionate, too. It’s good to see.”

He laughed softly. “As long as it doesn’t mean we’re fighting.”

“I doubt that’s going to stop just because we seem to have reached an agreement.”

“An agreement?”

“You can’t argue with me if I kiss you.”

He tipped his head back and laughed loudly. He nodded and reached for me, pulling me close as he dipped his head. “That goes both ways, you know.”

“Oh, I know.”

14

I’d never known a kiss to make me so hot. It wasn’t just the heat on full blast and warming us up, it was Omar. He had me panting and begging for more in minutes.

And he was happy to deliver.

He lifted the edge of my tank top to get his bare hand on my skin. I arched into him, whimpering at the feel of his warm hand on me. I dropped my blanket and tossed my tank top, leaving me on his lap in a highly unsexy blue cotton bra that did not slow him down at all.

“Blue’s a good color on you,” he whispered against my breast.

“I didn’t intend for anyone else to know I had a blue bra on.”

“Tell me to slow down, Natalie.”

“I don’t want you to.”

He tugged my mouth down to his, inhaling me as he plunged his tongue between my lips.

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