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“Hate to breakit to you, babe, but you already got that.”

Thesmile fades. “No, Idon’t. I have nothing. Well, Ihadnothing, until you called and suggested this harebrainedbusiness idea that’s actually incredibly brilliant.”

“Okay, Itake back what I said. You haven’t figured out your own identityyet. Because you think it’s tiedto your work, specifically to being successful atwork.”

“What’s wrongwith that?”

“Your jobshould not define you.”

“Your jobdefines you.”

I shakemy head. “No, I’m doing a job I love. So therefore I’m actuallyhappy. Oh, and I’m screwing the boss everychance I get, so I’m not just happy, I’mfucking ecstatic.”

Her cheeks gorosy while her lips lift at the corners. “I’m not the boss. We’repartners, remember?”

I slidemy hand around her waist,my fingers skirting under her shirt. “Yeah, but I like itwhen you’re bossy. Wanna boss me around right now?”

Shegiggles, but it turnsinto a moan when I smooth my hand up over her abdomen to cup herbreast under her shirt.

“Knowwhat I like?” she asks, twisting and shifting her position untilshe’s straddling mylegs. “I like to ride you. And I don’t think we’ve done iton this couch yet.”

“Wedefinitely need to fix that.” I roll my hips, my erection strokingalong her seam, the friction of our clothing making megroan.“Tell me whatelse you like.”

“Yourbody.” She shoves myshirt up until it’s bunched under my arms and then she rakes hernails over my chest. “Your mind. Your humor. Your outlook on life.Everything about you.”

I reachover my shoulder and grab the shirt,flipping it over my head and letting it drop tothe rug. She leans forward and drops kisses on my pecs.

“I likeyour confidence,” I mumble, the words choppy because her lips arelikeelectricity,shooting sparks straight to my cock. “And your personality. I likethe way you meet me head on and don’t let me get away with justbeing that guy. Oh, and I love your tits.” I slide my hands intothe neckline of her camisole and cup both of them, thrumming hernipples with my thumbs.

Shemoves her attention to my dick, and I hold my breath, waiting for her to tug down myshorts and wrap those gorgeous lips around my wood. But then shepauses and lifts her head, grasping my face and kissing my mouthinstead. It’s hard, demanding, her tongue thrusting out to war withmine. I cup her ass and grind her against my cock while she fucksmy mouth.

My phonestarts ringing and vibrating against the tileon the side table. Ronnie breaks the kissto glance at it. “It’s your dad,” she says.

“Seriously?” I instinctively turn my head to look at thedevice, and sure as shit, the wordDadlights up the screen. “Holy fuck.”

“What?” sheasks.

“I literallycan’t remember the last time he called me. It’s been years.” I’mstill staring at the phone but making no move to touch it.

“That’scrazy. But it must beimportant if it’s been that long.”

Myknee-jerk reaction is to say, “Doubtful. He probably just wants tobust my balls because I’m still an un-athletic fuck-up.” But maybe hanging out withRonnie is affecting me, because I snatch up the phone and press thered dot on the screen before lifting it to my ear and saying ashaky hello.

“Daniel? It’syour father. I’m calling because…”

Isuckin a breath. Ronniegrabs my hand and twines our fingers together, and I squeeze harderthan I should, but she doesn’t complain.

“It’syour mom. They-theythink she had a stroke. We’re at the hospital.”

Ronnie leapsoff the couch and swipes my shirt from the rug, hands it to me, anddarts into the bedroom, pulling off her camisole as she moves.

“I’m onmy way,” Isay.

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Ronniecomes with me tothehospital. She doesn’t say a word during the drive, even though Iknow she has a million questions, especially after the way Ireacted to the fact my dad called me at all. But I can’t focus ontrying to explain the past when I don’t even know if my mom has afuture, and I appreciate that Ronnie instinctively seems to knowthat.

When wereach the hospital, theolder guy with the gentle smile at the reception desk givesus directions to the heart center, and Ronnie grabs my hand andleads the way. It’s nice, because I’m pretty much numb at thispoint. I’m scared to death to learn what’s going on with my mom,and I’m nervous as hell to see my dad again after all theseyears.

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