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August shot her a look. “Only that part though. I’ll be thinking about the rest of it.”

Piper’s eyebrows shot up. “Me too, August. Me too.”

August smiled and nodded. “Well, I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning?”

Piper gripped her lapels again. “Tomorrow,” she promised, and she pulled August in for another kiss. It wasn’t as quick as it should have been to ensure Massima stayed off their backs, but August didn’t care in the slightest.

Chapter Twenty-One

Piper was feeling light and giggly as she crawled across her bed and installed herself under the thick, fluffy duvet. Massima had questions, of course, but Piper had managed to brush her off with her own interruption, laughing as she insisted Massima had been right that they had an early morning tomorrow and needed to get plenty of sleep. They’d all booked off work for this, it was important. Massima hadn’t been especially happy with that, but Piper figured she’d already heard enough for one night.

She toyed with the neck of the sweatshirt she’d thrown on, holding her phone up and staring at her messages with August. Was it too soon to message? Too late? Would August already be asleep, or trying to sleep? Her drive home wouldn’t have taken long. She’d have made it back while Massima was asking questions and Piper was taking a quick shower.

Her phone screen switched. An incoming call. August’s name.

An excited bolt shot through her body.

“Hello,” she said, low and amused, as she answered.

“So, I went on a date tonight,” August said, matching her tone and following a familiar script that suddenly felt like a whole new story.

“Oh, yeah? Did it go well?”

“Mm, yes, very well.”

“Ah, so, she didn’t call you by another woman’s name, or ditch you in the middle of the date to flirt with someone else?”

August laughed quietly. “She did not.”

“Didn’t bring her mom along to question every choice you’ve ever made in life?”

“Nope.” She laughed again, a little louder. “Although, if she had, I still might have been into her.”

Piper snuggled further down in her blankets. She hadn’t been this soft over anyone in a very long time. “Wow. It must have been averygood date if you’d overlook something so egregious.”

“Maybe she’s worth it.”

She bit her lip, acutely aware of the slide of her thighs against each other, the small boxer shorts she was wearing riding high on her legs. August’s voice was so deep and sensual down the phone, right into her ear.

“I wish I’d invited you in,” she told August.

“I wish I’d said yes.”

Piper’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she heard August’s breath hitching too. “Yeah?”

“I would have said yes.”

“I would have asked.”

“I know.”

“Even though it was a first date?” Piper laughed.

“It wasn’t just any first date. Which is why I know you’d have asked.”

“And why I know you’d have said yes.”

“Yes.” August breathed the word so softly but it filled Piper’s head and seemed to resonate through every atom in her body.

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