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He retracted the ladder’s extension, then walked it to his truck and set it in the bed.

“Anyway, talk to her about it. I gotta get to work. I’ll text you later for the verdict.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“Oh, hey,” Brian paused before getting in the Silverado’s driver’s seat. “Don’t forget to schedule your follow-up appointment with Brady.”

“In a hurry to get me on the job?” I asked with a grin.

“Uh, yeah. I’d like a fucking day off, man.”

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Lainey

I’d put Conor in his crib and had finished cleaning the kitchen when Adam came back upstairs.

“The camera’s installed. You need to connect the feed to your phone. But Brian still wants me to stay here until they catch your letter writer.”

“Really?”

I mean, I didn’t hate the idea if it meant more of what we did last night.

“Well, either that, or you and the baby temporarily move into Brian’s place.”

“I think you know my answer to that.”

He took a tentative step closer and put his hand on my waist.

“But you’re okay with me staying here?”

“Are you?”

“Hell, yes!”

I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. Then he dialed it back, “I mean, I want to make sure you and Conor are safe.”

Yeah, I wasn’t letting him get away with that bullshit.

I reached down to stroke his cock over his jeans, while murmuring, “Yes, of course. Keep us safe.”

He lowered his head and stared at my mouth.

“I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

I wrapped my other hand around his neck. “I think you shouldtake care of meright now.”

The corners of his mouth lifted. “I aim to please, princess,” then his lips captured mine.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Lainey

I felt decadent when I rolled over, looked at the clock and saw it read 10:45 while I was naked in my bed.

Naked and alone.

I lay still, trying to listen for any signs of life coming from the apartment, but didn’t hear anything. I couldn’t believe Conor was still sleeping.

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