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But I press my lips together and nod—I see you—then grab her suitcase before I do something insane like yank her into my arms and tell her she’s never leaving again.
“Come on, Alex,” I say, clearing my throat. “Let’s show Tamare her room.”
It’s not where I want her.
Hell no.
I want her in my room. In my bed. Wearing nothing but those pink panties she left behind.
But this?
This will do.
For now.
Because she’s here.
And I’m not losing her again.
Chapter 12
Tamare
It’s him.
My D. My new boss?
Yeah. Same effing person.
He’s still hot. Still makes my breath catch like I forgot how lungs work.
And he has a son.
A beautiful boy with soft curls, bright eyes, and a mischievous grin that could charm the moon right out of the sky.
I think I might be in love with the kid already.
And maybe his dad, too.
I follow them down the hall like I’ve stepped into someone else’s life.
Because this? This cannot be mine.
There’s Alex—grinning and skipping beside me like we’ve known each other for ages.
“I know how to swim, but this is so I can join the swim team,” he says, explaining what we’re doing today and the why of it as only a small boy can do.
Then there’s D, er, Dane.
His massive frame leading the way with easy confidence, muscles flexing beneath his perfectly snug t-shirt like that body hasn’t haunted my dreams all night.
Correction: it has.
In every filthy, delicious detail.
And here I am, pretending like I didn’t ride that man into oblivion less than forty-eight hours ago.
What the heck is my life?
