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Because Dina is magic. Like my very own personal good luck charm.

And I’m not sure that I deserve her. In fact, I know I don’t. But there’s no way I’m giving her up.

Not without a fight.

Whether or not this curvy, little human knows it, she is mine.

The scent of her contentment fills me with pride as I straighten my jeans and bend down to get her clothes.

I dress her, I can’t help myself.

And Dina lets me, which really is nothing short of a fucking miracle.

I’ve never been tender with anyone before. But this woman just brings it out in me.

I right her bra, pull her top gently over her head. Kiss her temple and help her stand. Then I crouch and pull on her panties and leggings.

Her shoes are last and even then, I can’t help but rub my fingers over her sweet angles and calves, standing as I go, touching every inch of her that I can.

“Doug, I want to ask you something,” she says, breaking the silence and I turn to her when BZZT BZZT.

Chapter 19

Doug

Moments before blowing up my own damn life my phone goes off.

I groan and pull back reluctantly to check my text messages.

Informant

Got him. Deadbeat at 5th and Main. Better move fast. Probably leaving town tonight.

“Fuck.”

The word leaves me on a breathless groan as I yank my shirt over my head, adrenaline still pumping hard from the case update.

I glance at Dina—sweet, soft, glowing Dina—standing there with her hair mussed, lips swollen from kisses, and looking at me like I personally hung the goddamn moon.

I honestly wish I could.

For her? I’d do anything.

“I have to go, Sunshine,” I say, leaning in for a rushed kiss that feels like an insult after what we just shared. “Big break on the case. I’m sorry.”

She nods, trying to play it cool, but I see the disappointment flicker through her eyes like a dimming lightbulb.

And fuck, I hate leaving her like this.

“I’ll call you the second I wrap this, okay?” I say, squeezing her hand and feeling the soft press of her fingers as I bend down to grab my keys.

Which, naturally, have rolled under the goddamn desk because the universe hates me.

As I fumble blindly beneath the counter, my phone buzzes in my other hand. Dina reaches for it automatically.

I don’t even think twice.

I pass it off without a second thought, because why the hell would I care?

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