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She turns and her face lights up. “My baby boy.” She embraces Harry in a hug. She’s beautiful and looks like an older version of Tori, dark brunette hair and blue eyes, wearing a gorgeous blue pant suit.

“And who’s this?” His mum beams, looking right at me.

“This is Ali.” He gestures to me, and I step forward.

“Hi, it’s lovely to meet you, Mrs. Walker,” I say, reaching out my hand to shake hers and I’m taken aback when she pulls me in for a hug. She smells of chamomile and mints and it’s so comforting, I almost don’t want to let go.

“Oh, don’t be silly. Call me Lydia.” She pulls away, still holding on to the tops of my arms, and eyes me up and down, “Gosh, aren’t you beautiful?”

I blush.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Grant?” she says, turning to face her husband, and I instantly see where Harry gets his looks. Tall, dark and the same jaw line and blue eyes. He rises from the couch and walks towards us.

“She is. It’s lovely to meet you, Ali.” Again, he hugs me like we are old friends, and I try my best not to stiffen, very aware I smell of sex and poor choices.

“Okay, let her go,” Harry jokes, walking towards the kitchen and leaning against the island. “Not that I don’t love seeing you both, but what are you doing here?”

“We’ve flown in for the event. Did Tori not mention it? She’s got a charity gala tonight.”

Harrys rubs a hand over his face and mumbles, “Shit, I forgot.”

“Your sister has gone to a lot of effort, son. She would be so disappointed if you didn’t attend,” his dad says.

“I know, I’ll be there,” Harry says, glancing up at me and I go wide-eyed when his parents turn to face me.

“And, Ali, say you’ll be there?” his Mom asks with what sounds like hope in her voice.

“Oh, I erm, would love to, but I don’t have anything to wear, and I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Oh nonsense. I’m meeting Tori for lunch and collecting our dresses. I’ll call the boutique and have them pick some out for you. Oh yes, we can have a girls’ day,” she says, eyes wide with excitement, while I’m having an inner battle with myself. Part of me wants to flee, run for the hills and get out of town and the other wants to embrace this moment, have a taste of what it might be like to be part of a family and do normal things.

“If you are sure, thank you.” I smile, grateful for her kindness. I glance up at Harry. He’s staring right at me and mouths, “Thank you.” I give a gentle nod. I can do this.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Harry

I walk into the bathroom to let her know our car will be here shortly, but I’m stopped in my tracks in the doorway. She’s standing in front of the bathroom vanity, applying a soft pink lipstick. Wearing a long black satin dress with thin straps, her hair is pinned up in some fancy bun, showcasing her slender neck, she looks stunning. I have to stop myself bending her over the vanity and fucking her so I can watch her come apart in the mirror. I lean my hip against the door frame, eyeing her up and down, taking in every inch of her. She truly is perfect.

“Can I help you?” she says in that sarcastic tone I’ve come to love.

“Yeah, you can actually. I’ve got something right here that you can rub over those gorgeous lips of yours.”

She spins on her heels to face me, and I scan her face. High cheek bones, plump lips and those big icy blue eyes that make me lose my damn mind.

“Really? Didn’t the blow job I gave you an hour ago do?”

“Oh, it did.” The image of Ali on her knees, my cock in her mouth flashes through my brain and I grin, “I’m just greedy.”

“Don’t I know it,” she says, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, and I love that she will kiss me so freely now. We have slipped into this comfortable relationship where we act like a couple and it’s going to hurt like hell when she leaves tomorrow.

She pulls away, but I grab the back of her neck, pulling her back and deepen the kiss. She parts her plump lips, inviting my tongue in her mouth and she moans in that sexy way that’s like a direct line to my cock, waking him up to join the party. I back her up against the vanity, running my hand up the satin fabric and, to my surprise, I feel her bare skin. The dress has a slit up the side, right up to her thigh, and I groan against her lips. “This is fucking sexy. I want to rip it right off you, but we have a car waiting.”

I reluctantly pull back and rub my thumb against the side of her mouth, removing the smudge of lipstick I caused.

“You look pretty damn fine tonight in that tux.” Her eyes travel to my suit jacket, and she lifts a perfectly manicured nail and traces over my medals that sit on the left side. As a veteran, I now wear my medals for special occasions and tonight I’ll be remembering a very special someone, and having them pinned to my chest, makes me feel like I have a part of him with me.

She touches one. “I got that one in Iraq.”

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