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“Look at this.” I flip the phone to face Jason.

He shakes his head with a laugh.

“Who knew he and Mutt would be best friends?”

“I did.” Jason gets his board from the sand, and I gather the rest of our stuff. “It’s like Jordan said, a little responsibility will do him good.”

“Did you expect him to wanna keep him?”

We plow through the soft sand, Jason’s gaze flickering to mine. “Babe, he didn’twantto keep him. I told him he was keeping him.”

My jaw falls slack, and I swat his arm. “You forced our dog onto him?”

“One.” He lifts a finger, putting his board against his car. “He was neverourdog. He was a rescue to be adopted. We rescued him. Ford adopted him. Andyes, I forced him to adopt him, and it worked out perfectly. Look at them, they are best friends. Plus, he hasn’t been in trouble since, has he?”

He’s not wrong. Ford has been behaving off the ice for the last couple of weeks. On the ice? Not so much, but at least he’s getting paid to raise a little hell with skates on.

“I’m gonna miss him,” I confess, thinking about the little furball.

“Who?” I love Jason’s jealous expression, eyes narrowed like he’s ready to rip someone’s head off.

“Both of them,” I tease, and he swiftly grips my wrist, yanking me against his chest.

“Yeah? I guess I’ll just have to keep you busy enough to make sure you don’t have time to miss them.”

“I can live with that.”

His hand dives into my hair, guiding my lips to his. “Good.”

Our lips fuse, a moan escaping my throat when my pussy throbs to life. His tongue sweeps against mine, igniting a fire that can only be put out by one man. His hands explore a little more, cupping the curve of my ass as he squeezes, then pulls his lips from mine.

“Let’s get some privacy first, baby.” Reluctantly, he lets go of my body, then opens the trunk to slide his board inside. “Then after, I’m going to call your dad to find us a house back home, yeah? How does that sound?”

He winks, and I don’t think my grin can get any wider.

“That sounds like a dream come true.”

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“Jason!” The high-pitched screech in Julie’s voice has me jumping up like we’re under attack before I bolt through my penthouse.

“What? What’s wrong?”

My loud steps are becoming thuds when I reach the soft gray carpet of the bedroom, my hands holding on to the doorpost as if I have to brace myself for whatever comes next.

I expect to find her whiskey-brown eyes distressed, maybe even tears threatening to spill over, but she’s beaming at me like she won the lottery.

What the fuck?The beating organ that’s supposed to be behind my ribcage is sitting uncomfortably in my throat, and I swallow it back down to the right place.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I suck in a breath, then amble toward her as the initial panic seeps out, her sweet chuckle gracing my ears. “You think that’s funny?”

“It’s a little funny.”

Cheeky brat.

The Friday morning sun glows over her tanned skin, and I slip my hands onto her barely covered hips, taking in her skimpy little cream bikini.

“That was the doctor!” She jumps into my arms, wrapping her hands around my neck.

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