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“Ever?”

I shrugged. “Didn’t seem that important. I can get where I’m going just as easily with a used one.”

“How much would you hate me if I offered to buy you a new one?”

“If you’re trying to shed the rich bitch image, you’re doing a piss-poor job.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Look, I don’t know how good I’m ever going to be about you having that much money. I know you can offer Ava a fuck lot more than I can and you can take care of this pack in ways I will never be able to. Pisses me off more than it should.”

“I can’t help how much money I have.”

“I know. I can’t even tell you to give it all away because then how is our omega supposed to live in the lap of luxury like she deserves?”

“Would be pretty difficult,” he conceded. “Offer’s there if you change your mind, though.”

Since we were at an impasse on that front, we mostly lapsed into silence for the rest of the drive. I parked as close to Fremont Street as I could get and we walked together along the palm trees and neon lights until we got to where the zip line started.

“Nervous?” I asked as they fitted us with our vests and made sure we were both a safe weight to ride.

“Heights aren’t my favorite,” he confessed.

“It’s nothing scary like a bungee jump. You won’t feel a drop.”

“Good to know.”

We rode the elevator up and waited our turn to get strapped in. Bryce’s eyes were wide, and his scent had an extra layer of smoke to his cranberry and rum.

I clapped my hand onto his shoulder. “You’ve got this, man. I promise it’ll be fun by the time you hit the other side, and then you’ll be able to tell Ava how awesome it is so we can take her post-baby.”

“Yeah…yeah, I can do that.”

“Hey, you faced down Dadzilla today. No reason in the world you can’t kick this zip line’s ass now.”

“You didn’t know I hated heights when you booked this, did you?”

“No, I just thought it would be fun. How would I even know that about you? Didn’t you live in a skyscraper?”

“That’sdifferent.”

“How the fuck is it different? Jesse said you were basically in the clouds.”

“I have a floor under my feet and I’m not hurling myself out of my windows at home. Besides, they only have penthouses at the top, so you get used to it.”

I snorted. “You’re ridiculous. Fine. We don’t have to do this.”

“I’m not letting you tell everyone I chickened out.”

“Lips are zipped,” I promised. “We can go back down to street level, grab some monstrously sized margaritas, and walk.”

“I can do it,” he insisted. “There are scarier things coming.”

“All right. See you on the other side.”

They hooked us up and sent us off, gliding through the air beneath the massive screen that had us plunging through a tunnel of blazing colors.

Halfway through, I glanced over to see Bryce grinning ear to ear.

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