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“Keep it quiet for now, okay?” Bradley asked. “We’re gonna talk to Logan next, and then we’ll have a shop meeting. Tell everybody the good news, let ’em know what the next steps are. Okay?”

“Sure, yeah. Okay.” I nodded. “That’s fucking awesome, guys. Thank you. Uh, is it still cool if I take off early?”

I was so excited, I didn’t think I could keep myself together here.

“Get outta here.” Benny nodded toward the door. “Have a good day. We’ll see you later.”

“See you later.” I took a deep breath to control my expression, then walked out.

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Sydney and Kenzie were both tipsy when I made it to the bar, each with a small collection of empty bottles before them. I grinned, sliding into the booth beside Sydney. “Ooh, a little day drinking, huh? I like it.”

Sydney gasped excitedly. “You came!”

“Told you I would.”

I draped my arm over her shoulders. She leaned into my side.

Kenzie watched us from across the table, frowning at me.

“Yes?” I asked.

She frowned for a moment longer, then sighed, shaking her head. “Ryker. The threat still stands.”

“What threat?” Sydney asked.

“Don’t worry about it.” I squeezed her gently.

Kenzie continued. “You treat her right. Or else. Got it?”

“I don’t plan to do anything else.” I smiled.

Sydney dropped one hand to rest on my thigh.

Kenzie nodded. “All right. Good. Then we’re cool?”

“We’re cool,” I said. “Thanks, Kenzie.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sydney

The beers were hitting hard now, but I didn’t mind. It felt good to be celebrating.

Kenzie wasn’t mad anymore, and Ryker was here, and they were both getting along wonderfully.

This was great.

He kept his arm around me, too, the whole time. He kept pressing little kisses to my face and hair. Even that was enough to get me going.

I wanted him. Now. Here. And at home, too.

And always.

I had it bad. Way worse than I’d anticipated.

Kenzie was telling a story about a customer they’d had, but I was barely listening. Something about a woman wanting a hundred cupcakes and never actually placing an order, then coming to pick them up? It sounded like a good one, but all I could think about was Ryker. How good he’d made me feel this morning, how good I wanted him to make me feel again.

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