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My jaw drops. “Excuse me?”

“You’re very pretty, Daniel Hall, but please don’t touch your hair. I’m a fan.”

A fan? Noted. “The last Langfield cloned Lennox’s phone and reads along with her books. I was thinking”—I waggle my brows—“maybe I’d clone your computer so I can read what you’re writing.”

The glare she hits me with is almost powerful enough to knock me out of my seat. “I’ll kill you.”

“Jeez. Touchy.” I return the look with a grin.

Her expression smooths out. “There’s a reason writers tend to be protective of their works in progress. They normally suck.”

I shake my head. “Pretty sure nothing you write could ever suck.”

“Because you haven’t read my books before they’ve been edited. I’m telling you, they’re garbage until my editor works her magic.”

She’smagic. This moment is magic. Learning anything about her feels special. I’m so glad we promised one another honesty. I don’t know if I would have admitted the truth if we hadn’t.

“If you ever want to share it with me, I’d love to read anything you write.”

She smiles coyly. “Maybe one day. Oh, did I tell you that I received a gift from Beckett today?”

I groan internally. I’m still beating myself up for not thinking before I told him about her pregnancy. “Oh yeah?”

She wipes at her lips with her thumb, catching a little mustard, then pops the digit into her mouth. “Flowers and ginger cookies. Apparently Liv loved the cookies when she was pregnant with the twins. He sends his congratulations.”

“That’s nice of him.”

Dammit. Why didn’t I think of ginger cookies? They would have been a much more appropriate gift for a pregnant woman than tequila.

Her nose scrunches. “I tried one of the cookies—not my favorite.”

I laugh. “We’ll find another dessert for you.”

She places her hand on my thigh, and my cock jumps. “Please tell me I’m your dessert.”

“Is that what you want?” I turn and bury my face in her hair, my lips at her ear. “You want me to eat your delicious pussy for dessert?”

I pull back, but she stops me by fisting the front of my shirt.

“Daniel.” Blue eyes wild, she pleads with me. “My nipples are ready to poke out of my dress. They’re so needy. Please take me somewhere and fuck me…quick.”

I snag our trash from the bench and pull her to her feet. “Where do you want to go? Your place or mine?”

“That’s too far.” Her lips twitch and her eyes dance with mischief. “Are you up for an adventure?”

A thrill races through me. “You name it; I’m game.”

She bites her lip and tips her head. “I’ve always wanted to have sex on the field.”

Electricity bolts down my spine. “LangField?”

“Yeah, I have keys. What do you say?”

I toss our trash in the garbage behind the bench, then clutch her hand. “You’re going to get us fired.”

“Nah, I put out the fires.”

TWENTY-THREE

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