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“I can’t believe Quinton is still asleep.”

“He knows we needed this.” He presses me against him.

Oh, how we needed it!

“I’m going to take a shower. Can you keep an eye on Quinton?” I ask.

“Of course. Just make sure you’re decent when you step out,” he says, his gaze lingering on my nakedness.

I chuckle softly. “I think the cat isn’t in the kitchen anymore.”

“Wherever he is, please, cover up,” he pleads.

“No one will see my body except you,” I whisper.

He captures my lips in a passionate kiss. His excitement is palpable as he guides my hand to feel his arousal once again. “You’ve turned me into an addict, don’t you know?” his voice husky, so erotic it sets my body ablaze as if he’s back inside me.

I respond with a hum, challenging him softly—what are you gonna do about it?

He continues, “I’m going to make love to you every single day.”

With that, I abandon my plan to shower and ravage him relentlessly.

18

JACK

I hold the door open for Ava as we enter The Thirsty Fox. It’s lunchtime, and the place is bustling, especially with their buy-one-get-one-free offer today. This bar is known as the official watering hole for Red Mark staff. Even though I’ve only been here once, I can’t get over how amazing their cheeseburgers are. They say they’re the best in Montana.

Ava pushes the stroller through the door. I let her walk ahead of me, captivated by the way her figure moves. It’s the first time I’ve seen her in a dress, and it’s not just any dress. The ivory fabric clings to her body, showing off the curves. The skirt gracefully stops in the middle of her thigh, revealing her lovely legs. If I had to kill to indulge in her, I would.

This afternoon, we’re going on a double date with Morgan and Tyler, who just returned from their honeymoon. It’s been three weeks since I arrived in Helena. After the showdown in Townsend and Clancy, there haven’t been any incidents so far. Willem seems to be going about his usual business as well, according to our intel. He’s currently in London. Rumor has it he’s meeting with Richard Branson. Nobody knows if it’s true or if there’s anything more sinister in his agenda.

Cass, Sam’s wife and the bar manager, has reserved a table for us. She greets us with her usual warm smile as I pull out a chair for Ava and assist her with Quinton.

“Hello, Quinton,” Cass greets the baby, gently caressing his cheek with her fingers. It’s been a few weeks since we last visited Cass, but he seems to remember her and smiles. “Oh, you’re such a sweet baby!” she exclaims. Then, she turns her attention to Ava. “Now I want another one!” the mother of two jokes.

Or maybe she’s not joking. Both Ava and I notice her hand discreetly rubbing her belly while her lips quiver, clearly suppressing a broad grin.

“Cass?” Ava drawls. “You are having another one, aren’t you?”

Cass looks torn, perhaps caught between letting out her bubbling emotions and berating herself for spilling the beans. “Sam and I decided not to tell anyone yet. Please… don’t react,” she whispers, her eyes wandering left and right.

Cass is a familiar face to many in this bar, so we keep the beans to ourselves.

Ava continues, “I want three more!” Then she glances at me.

Cass pats my shoulder. “No pressure.”

I chuckle, although Ava’s intense gaze makes me believe my girl isn’t joking either. I’m open to the idea of having children, but I do hope that she has the patience for me.

Cass compliments Ava, saying, “You look stunning, by the way.” She winks at me and adds, “Keep her close if I were you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I reply. I take a seat next to Ava, holding her hand. Quinton sits on her other side.

“So, while we’re still waiting for Morgan and Ty, I’ll give you the menus. You know what I’d recommend, right?”

Ava and I chuckle.

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