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Not a trace of the passion from that night.

Not a single move made since then.

So maybe I imagined it. Maybe I was just a one-time thing.

Still, here I am. Sitting in his son’s room. Reading a bedtime story.

Tucking hope into my chest like it belongs there.

Because somehow, it does.

Chapter 14

Tamare

I’m still going over everything in my head as I step quietly out of Alex’s room, leaving him snuggled up and dreaming, peaceful as ever.

Except for the part where—once again—he asked for a snack.

After brushing his teeth.

After already having a snack.

The kid is hungry. Constantly.

And no matter how many times I wave it off with a “growing boys, am I right?” kind of smile, it’s officially starting to worry me.

I need to talk to Dane. Which means facing polite, distant, maddeningly respectful Dane.

Shit.

There’s no good reason for me to feel hesitant.

We’re adults.

Two grown, consenting people who happened to have the most mind-blowing, body-redefining night of their lives in a moonlit park.

It wasn’t a crime. It wasn’t even a mistake.

It was just—everything.

Double shit.

And if I happen to still have a lingering crush the size of a small planet, well, that’s all on me.

Because Dane? Hasn’t done a single questionable thing since I walked into this house.

Not one loaded glance.

Not a whispered Pretty Girl.

Not even a whoops, I accidentally brushed your hand and now we’re locked in a smoldering stare moment.

Which is fine. Totally fine.

I mean, who needs more toe-curling, soul-shattering orgasms that make you question every mediocre hookup you’ve ever had?

Not me. Nope.

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