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She laid her head back against my shoulder, and I pressed my lips against her temple.

“Amazing doesn’t seem like a strong enough word.”

“Definitely not.”

Finally, reluctantly, I encouraged her to stand and guided her into the stream of water. I lathered her loofah up and ran it along her breasts, then down over her stomach before sliding it over her pussy. She melted back into me again as I finished.

Once we were both sufficiently clean, I turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel. As I dried her body and wrapped the towel around her, a feeling of utter happiness washed over me.

Quickly, though, it was tempered by the nagging sensation that I was missing something.

Chapter Thirty-Two

HATTIE

Friday 12:10 p.m.

All the single ladies

Brittney: I’m home visiting my parents this weekend while Derek is out of town. Anyone want to meet up at Mamacitas?

Savannah: Of course! I’ll be there.

Sarah: I can’t. Jay’s on shift.

Cece: I can’t. Grace has RSV.

Me: Oh no! Isn’t that really bad for babies?

Cece: Not ideal, but she’s doing okay for now. We just need to keep a close eye on her.

Rachel: Someone abandoned me back in Asheville, so I can’t.

Brittney: You didn’t want to miss trivia night because you’re crushing on the host. I did ask if you wanted to come with me for the weekend.

Rachel: Yeah, yeah. He’s hot, what can I say?

Kelly: Not this time. I’m working late trying to crack our newest formula at Hill Water.

Me: I’m a maybe. Dylan didn’t like the idea of Mamacitas last time, so he’ll probably say no.

Savannah: Tell Mr. Sexy Detective that I said loosen up and don’t be controlling.

Me: That’s not fair. He’s just trying to keep me safe.

Savannah: Funny how you were more annoyed about it last time. He must be really good in bed.

Me:

Brittney: Tell him I’ll pick you and Savannah up from work.

Savannah: Yeah, and I’ll punch the asshole stalker in his face.

Me: I’ll let you know.

Chapter Thirty-Three

DYLAN

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