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Abby had been so fucking strong, survived so much, and still had her sense of humor and used it to try and make me relax.

A guy could get addicted to that. Addicted to her.

An image of us old and gray, still teasing and laughing, flashed into my mind. Yearning blazed inside me. More and more, I started to think I wanted Abby as my wife for real.

Scratch that. I didn’t think, I knew that I wanted her in my life.

Because I was falling fast and hard for her.

Abby cleared her throat, ate a little more yogurt and granola before asking, “Did you even go to dances during high school? I know soccer practice and extra coaching took up all your time.”

“It did. And no, I didn’t have time for much of a social life. And it was kind of funny going from being the tall, skinny kid to the pro athlete with women all wanting to hook up.”

She raised an eyebrow. “If you want me to feel bad about you getting too much attention from women, then you’re going to be waiting a long-ass time, Rafael.”

I searched her gaze. Was she jealous?

It shouldn’t make me happy, and yet it sent a small thrill through me. For all her protestations of having a crush on me as a kid and feeling nothing later, she might actually feel something for me.

Which gave me hope. And given how well the morning had gone, I wasn’t about to change the subject anytime soon and risk making her dig in again. So I said, “Hey, try having people throw bras at you and see how comfortable you feel.”

“Oh, that’s happened to me before.”

I blinked. “What?”

Amusement danced in her eyes. “A night out in San Francisco with the BFF Circle ended up with us in a hotel, drunk, and flinging bras at each other. You’d be surprised how far they can go, if you do it just right.”

The image of a naked Abby, breasts bouncing as she flung her bra across the room, flashed into my mind.

A strawberry bounced off my cheek, and Abby said, “Get your mind out of the gutter. I love my friends, but I don’t want to make love to my friends. Leave it to a guy to turn everything into a dirty fantasy.”

I should stay quiet, and yet I blurted, “The only woman I want to see without a bra is you.”

Electricity sizzled in the air, and Abby’s cheeks flushed.

Shit.Had I just ruined our trip?

Chapter Twenty-Four

Abby

Katie:So when are you going to invite us over to England? It’s not fair you get to see Mr. Darcy’s place without us.

Amber:I wish I could see that house, the one they used for thePride and Prejudicemini-series. It’s not that far from Manchester.

Emmy:Maybe I can convince West to walk out of a pond.

Me:I somehow think they don’t allow that. Or they’d have a line of people watching their partners walk out of the pond in a shirt like Mr. Darcy did.

Katie:Maybe Nolan could pull some strings and set up a mini-shoot. Then we’d be allowed that way!

Amber:Wait, you’re really going to have him create some fake short movie just so you can watch him walk out of a pond in a mostly see-through white shirt?

Katie:Hell, yes.

Emmy:Now, finding a way to get West to do it, though. That’s going to be hard…

Me:What about you, Amber? Will you convince your boyfriend to do that?

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