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Peach juice just ran down my chin and hit the rounds of my breasts. See?

A photo appears of her cleavage with a shiny trail of juice vanishing between her tits.Fuck me.I’ll be jerking off to this later, but right now is not the time to get a hard-on.

I reply:

My naughty girl. You just wait. I’m going to lick that juice from every inch of your body.

“Tagger?” A knock on the door startles me, causing me to fumble my phone and drop it on the floor. Kendra says, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. Am I interrupting anything?”

“No. It’s fine. Come in.” I retrieve the phone and then slide the chair forward to make sure I’m covered. The screen lights up, so I flip it to face downward.

“I need to confirm something.” She pulls a sticky note off her pad and shows me. “I found Peaches Sundries & More in Peachtree Pass, Texas. I called, and they said they can take the order over the phone. But you didn’t give me a name, so I couldn’t place it.”

Speak of the devil . . . “Pri—Christine Greene.”

“From you, sir?”

Oh.Hmm.This is tricky. “Send it from a secret admirer.”

I catch the smile tickling her cheeks. “I take it those are her favorite?”

“Yes, but please don’t make a big deal of it. The only reason I’m not leaving my name is because they know me there. Small-town gossip travels fast.”

“Well,” she says, sitting down. “It’s a very romantic gesture. Thoughtful.”

I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but I typically keep the women in my life out of the workplace to steer clear of being office fodder as entertainment. Tapping a pen on the desktop, I lower my voice. “Please keep this between us.”

“You have my word. But I did want to mention the credit charge will be attached to your name. So they’ll see it.”

“Oh, right. Good point.” I swivel to face the windows to figure this out.

But then she says, “I could pay for it on my card, and you can just send me the money.”

Turning back to her, I ask, “You’d do that for me?”

She beams a smile so bright the light reflects in her eyes. “I’m all for love and gestures from the heart.” Walking toward the door, she adds, “Glad I can help. I’ll let you know when the order is placed.”

“Thank you. I owe you one, Kendra.”

She stops in the doorway, and says, “You don’t owe me anything unless it works out. And then I want an invite to the wedding.”

Wedding?“I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves.”

She shrugs and lifts an eyebrow. “Are we?”

Gone before I can answer, I ponder that thought. It’s not as far-fetched as the idea of marriage used to be. We just have to break it to the world that we’re a couple first.

CHAPTER 31

Christine

“What’s this mysterious package?”I ask as soon as I open the door to Peaches.

Lauralee dips down, pulls a box from the pastry case, and sets it on the counter in front of me. “Here you go.”

I know what it is by smell and weight alone. “A dozen cheddar biscuits?” I hold the box to my chest. “Aw, you shouldn’t have.”

“I didn’t.” She laughs. “There’s a note inside if you’re curious.”

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