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I close my eyes again and lay back on the bed, covering my eyes and groaning in frustration. “Fuck!”

I feel her body join mine. “I can’t stand the thought of you staying here while we’re all there. But I can’t resist the need for Baz to have Thanksgiving with all of his family—the kind people who should hate me but have accepted me.”

I groan again. “Fine.”

“Don’t just agree. Think about it.”

I drop my hands and turn to her. “Only if we fuck in their pool.”

She doesn’t look horrified, just looks me straight in the eyes, a smirk playing on her pink lips. “You know they’ve probably done that, right?”

I grimace. “Gross.”

She laughs and scoots closer to me, her lips sliding over my neck andher teeth scraping over my jaw. “But I’ll fuck you anywhere you choose while we’re there. As long as Baz is asleep.”

I think about it, already knowing I’m going and taking full advantage of making an agreement with her. “Deal.”

Her small body climbs on mine, and her lips crush against mine, not wasting any more time with talking. Still, in the back of my mind, I know, without a doubt,...

This isn’t going to go well.

34

VIVIENNE

“Wait for me!” Baz runs after Asher as they go to wash their hands before dinner in the hall bathroom, and Sawyer sets the table for me while I finish cooking.

I’m getting pretty good, and the pasta I made smells incredible.

“That smells good.”See?

I smile at Sawyer as he sits on one of the barstools at the island in the kitchen.

“Thanks. Hopefully it tastes as good as it smells.”

Sawyer looks at me, his eyes sparkling with their usual mischief, and I can see why he and Asher are friends. They’re so damn similar.

Even the same playful smirk. Although, I’ve seen Asher’s serious side, and I’ve never seen Sawyer’s.

“You’re really going to California tomorrow?”

“Yes.” I turn the burner off under the pan of sauce and turn to Sawyer, hearing the uncertainty in his voice. “Why?”

His large shoulders shrug, but his handsome face shows the concern I heard in his voice. Is this him being serious? This is odd timing. “Thanksgiving with the Sterlings.”

“I spent last Thanksgiving with the Sterlings.” I fold my arms over my stomach and lean against the stove. “Why is it so different if it’s in California rather than here?”

His bottom lip pokes out as if he’s thinking. “I hear they actually have sunshine in November. That could be cool.”

Nope. Not serious.

I roll my eyes but shake my head from side to side smiling because Sawyer is starting to grow on me. He’s been around more and more without anyone else with him. And Baz adores him too.

Not an easy feat. My kid gains love and attention everywhere he goes, but you have to earn his.

And Sawyer has.

“Sawyer, just tell me what you want to say.”

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