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She shrugs, “I guess so. They sold the building and the new owner is bulldozing it.”

“That sucks. I’m so sorry babe,” I say.

“Would you consider a roommate?” Poppy asks, twirling her hair around her finger. Her eyes flit over to me.

“Maybe,” Wren says. “I’m so used to having my space and living alone, so that might be strange, but I also realize my current apartment was a steal and the chance of me finding something similar for what I’m currently paying is slim to none.”

“I’m sure something will come available,” Poppy assures her.

“Yeah, I’d say you could move in with me, but my studio is the size of a shoe box,” Gray says.

“You’re always welcome in my guest bedroom,” Chloe offers. “But I know living with a toddler isn’t for everyone.”

“Or our couch,” I add.

“Thanks, but I’ll find something. Just let me know if you hear of anything.”

After another hour or so Wren, Gray, and Chloe all Uber home, leaving Poppy and I alone.

“I’m really happy for you,” she says, cleaning up the empty cookie plate and takeout containers from the coffee table.

“I’m really happy,” I say, honestly.

“You didn’t say, but did you remember correctly?”

“Remember what correctly?”

“The size of Jace’s dick,” she laughs, heading toward her room.

“Good night,” I yell across the apartment.

“Night. Love you.”

“I love you more.”

CHAPTER 54: GOOD VIBRATIONS

JACE

The past week has been better than I could have ever imagined. Almost every night Lacey was either in my bed or I was in her’s.

Roger called two days ago to offer me the job at the CFNAWC, and I accepted it immediately. I haven’t told Lacey yet because I haven’t found the right time. I don’t just want to tell her about the job; I want to tell her how I feel, and it needs to be perfect. I also haven’t turned down Australia, and I’m not sure why.

Lacey and I decided sometime last week to forgo our separate hotel rooms for the wedding and get one together. She’s been in the bathroom for close to an hour and I keep checking my watch, knowing we need to leave soon or we will be late for the ceremony.

“You about ready?” I call through the door. I hear the click of the handle and when it swings open she takes my breath away. Most of her hair is pulled back into a low bun at the nape of her neck, with a few stray pieces framing her face. Her black satin dress is fitted to every perfect curve. It hits her at the top of her thighs revealing her long legs. She has on black heels and thelocket is around her neck. She does a little spin and reveals it’s completely backless.

“What do you think?” she asks.

“I think we might need to skip the wedding,” I say, moving in to kiss her. “You look absolutely irresistible, pixie.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she says. Her emerald eyes rake over the suit I’m wearing. She runs her hands down my tie and kisses me again.

Pushing past me, she walks over to where a small black handbag sits on the bed. She clicks the clasp open and retrieves what resembles a car key fob and a tube of lipstick.

“I thought we were going to Uber,” I say, looking at her hand.

“Oh we are.” She smiles at me over her shoulder. She pauses in front of the floor length mirror and applies the lipstick across her lips.

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