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“Yeah, get out of here. I have an appointment at seven and we have things to chat about,” Robbie says as I turn to exit.

I grin over at him, relief washing over me.

I have a date to make.

Twenty-Eight

Robbie

The last timemy heart was trying to jump out of my chest from nerves was when I was in the delivery room waiting for Xavier to be born.

But this, waiting on Monty? It’s a close goddamn second.

My meeting with the principal ended about thirty minutes after Monty left and then I raced over to Holly’s with Xavier in tow.

We spent some time going over everything, signing all the papers we needed to, and getting our son set up to begin second grade tomorrow.

Who knew the little swimmer that won would turn out to be a fucking genius?

I look around the nearly empty bar; it’s Monday and there’s not much of a crowd. I sip on the water sitting in front of me, waiting.

Someone slides onto the stool next to mine, and I don’t have to look over to know who it is.

“I’m going to say something very forward, and you’ll have to excuse me for this—it’s the alcohol talking.”

I grin as she repeats the words she spoke that first night, the ones that led us straight to the bathroom.

I turn her way. She’s wearing the same outfit she was when we met here the first time, and I can already feel my cock beginning to grow.

“You have the most kissable lips I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” She leans toward me. “And I want to kiss them.”

I haul her off the stool and straight back to the women’s bathroom, not stopping until she’s sitting on the countertop and I’m planted firmly between her legs.

She grins up at me. “Hey, Python.”

“Oh, fuck.” I laugh, and then I capture her mouth with mine.

Home.

We’ve only been apart for a week, but it feels like a fucking lifetime, especially when my heart is bursting with love for this buttoned-up bombshell.

When I finally pull my mouth from hers, I say, “I missed the hell out of you, Montana.”

“I missed you more. How about you don’t do that to me again?”

“I won’t, I promise. I told you, it was a momentary lapse in judgment. I’m not always so stupid.”

“Better not be. I don’t think I could survive it again.”

“I know, but I think we’re in the clear…if you’re good with that. What do you say?”

“Yes.”

I rest my head against hers. “I’m sorry for not having faith in us. I was just worried. I didn’t want you to lose your job or get in trouble. I didn’t want to put that pressure on you. I’m not worth that.”

She grabs my face, bringing it up until our eyes meet.

“You’re worthmorethan that, Robbie—somuch more.”

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