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There was a moment of silence as the words I’d just uttered sank into the room.

That’s when I winced, realizing what I’d said.

“I…”

“I’d appreciate it,” Garrett murmured. Pulling my head back with a tug on my hair, he pressed a kiss to my forehead that made my anxiousness melt away.

“Like I said, we have things to discuss.” Garnett laughed. “I just placed a huge Amazon order. Look for the package tomorrow, darling. We’re going to go eat some cookie cake.”

Garrett finished my hair as Garnett and Germaine let themselves out of Garrett’s house.

He was almost finished when he said, “Keep making comments like that, and I’ll think you’re ready for more.”

I smiled despite my earlier embarrassment for blurting out my inner thoughts without checking them over in my head first.

“Garrett, I’m not quite sure it’s a bad thing at this point.”

I like long walks. Especially when they’re taken by someone that annoys me.

—Garrett’s secret thoughts

GARRETT

One week later

I heard the front door unlock, as did all three dogs that were currently lying at the end of the bed.

I blinked open my eyes as I heard my alarm beep, and then my front door open and close.

“Not it,” the woman at my side grumbled as she buried her face into my pillow—yes, my pillow.

She was a bed hog, plain and simple.

If I was using it, she wanted it.

Pillow. Body. Sheet.

It was all the same to her, and I loved it.

It meant I got to keep her close.

The dogs all stood up the moment that my bedroom door was thrust open.

I was unsurprised to see Atlas practically storming through the door with his son, Glades, in his arms.

Atlas took in the bed, eyes automatically going to the woman at my side who hadn’t so much as picked her head up to see who’d just come in and caused all of the dogs to start moving around with their nails clicking on the hardwood floor.

She was out like a light.

Which didn’t surprise me, really.

This week had been hectic.

With Thanksgiving a day away—and her parents’ arrival late last night—it was no wonder that she was dead to the world right now.

“Don’t shoot me,” he teased.

I nearly rolled my eyes at his words.

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