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I’m a little amazed after last night and distracted that she’s still here, in my bed, and completely naked. This could be my life every day. The force of just how badly I want it roots me in place. It makes me want to cover her body with mine and fuck her until she is too delirious and satisfied to think of going anywhere else.

“Don’t you have somewhere to go?” she asks when I say nothing.

“I have a little bit of time.”

Her laugh makes me smile. I slip my hand beneath the blankets, find her hip, and travel upward. I just need to be with her one more time before I go.

“Ask me,” she says.

“Do you want to fool around before I leave?”

“Might as well.”

My grin and laugh can’t be helped. This girl is something else. I can only hope to have more mornings like this. Violet may be hoping for a family, which I want to give her, but I’m hoping to find someone to love and someone who will love me back. I don’t know why I have this craving to have someone in my life, but it’s there and it’s loud. Despite having teammates who very much feel like family, life is still lonely. There’s no one to come home to, no one outside of the team to spend my free time with, and more often than not, they have their own families.

Violet gives me hope that maybe someday soon I’ll have someone all to myself in my life.

CHAPTER 5

VIOLET

Being with Zane might work out better than I originally thought. He seems nice enough and the sex isto die for. I haven’t spent a ton of time with him, but every second I do, I find myself warming up to him more and more.

The looming headache I had earlier has all but disappeared after our morning round between the sheets. I might as well be productive today. I have plans to look at some office spaces and have a ton of things on my to-do list, as per usual. I can be lazy another day.

After returning to my house and showering, I head out to meet the realtor. I arrive at the first location a few minutes early, just as my phone vibrates with a text from Cassie.

WELL?

Well, what?

Don’t play dumb, Vi. How’d it go with Zane? Do you still like him sober and when you aren’t recovering from a migraine?

It went well. Seeing him tonight.

The realtor shows up, so I stow away my phone and get on with my business. I recently had a product launch and it’s doing better than I could’ve hoped for. I need more space to accommodate the orders. If it continues doing well, I need to get a little more official with an office space and some employees.

The fourth location ends up being the one. It’s the perfect size. Back at home, I ignore Cassie’s questions and catch up on some work for my new product. So far, I’ve stuck to digital patterns, but I’m expanding to kits that will include everything needed to complete the pattern as well as designing needle minders.

“Violet?”

I jump up from the desk in my office at the sound of Zane’s voice.

“I’m sorry,” he says as we meet in the hallway. “I tried knocking, using the doorbell, and texting. I think your doorbell may be broken. Brought these for you.” He hands me a small bouquet of daisies.

“It’s okay. I was working and thank you.” For a moment, all I can do is stick my nose into the flowers. No one has given me flowers before. Ever. It’s such a simple gift yet I feel as if he’s given me a hidden treasure. Swallowing hard, I remember he’s here to pick me up and add, “Give me five minutes?”

He nods and surprises me by following me to my bedroom.

“No privacy?” I tease.

“You’re my wife and I’ve seen you naked. I can’t watch you change?”

I laugh. “No, it’s still too soon.”

“How was your day?” he asks, moving the conversation right along.

When I glance over my shoulder, I smile at the sight. Zane sits on the edge of the bed with his gaze on his hands. He’s not actually watching me. I don’t care, honestly, but how sweet that he’s being mindful of my teasing. Just in case.

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