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“It’s called a coma inducer comforter,” he called out. “My brother got it for me because I sent him a video of it.”

“One day I’ll have a coma inducer comforter, too,” I mumbled, eyes already falling shut.

“Maybe if you’re on the nice list, Santa will bring it to you for Christmas.” He chuckled.

I didn’t reply, because I was already asleep.

I slept like the dead.

But boy, did I dream.

My heart was soaring.

There was wind in my hair.

My arms were looped around a big, muscular body.

My feet were up high on foot pegs, and my thighs were spread wide to accommodate a muscular set of hips.

My core was pressed up against the man in front of me, and between his body and the vibration of the bike, I wanted nothing more than to pull off the highway and have my man take me in the nearest rest stop bathroom.

I leaned forward and tapped his shoulder, pointing at the sign that said ‘rest stop 5 miles.’

He nodded, patting my thigh, and rode on.

He pulled into the deserted rest stop and shut off the bike.

The steady ‘click-click-click’ of the heated motor cooling down was the only thing that filled the quiet air around us.

“Had to drive five miles off the path for this rest stop,” my man grumbled. “What the heck?”

I smiled and swung my noodly legs off the bike, using my man’s shoulder for balance.

“I’ll make it worth it, Dix.”

Chapter

Twelve

You know what hurts the most? My back.

—Jeremiah’s secret thoughts

JEREMIAH

“All done,” I said to the little girl that I hadn’t put down in the four hours that she’d been here.

She smiled, her eyes looking tired, and said, “Yeah.”

Fuck, but she was sweet.

And my arms were tired.

“You want to take a nap next to the tree?” I asked, pointing at my chair.

My sister had sent it to me—we had a thing about sending each other the most comfortable looking things on the internet—and she’d bought one for herself and one for me.

The perks of having the kind of money that I did was nice.

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