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She pouted. “Why not?”

“They don't belong in there.” I shook my head. “I'm throwing that damn thing away. I can't stand the thought of it anymore.”

“Nooo!” Ella squealed sarcastically. “But how will you ever remember all the babes you've boned!”

I jealously put my arm around her and squeezed her into my body. “They don't matter to me. All I want is you.”

She giggled with her lovely laugh, but she pushed herself away from me. “You know, you shouldn't talk like that …”

“Why not?”

“Because you know I've gotta go back to New York tomorrow.”

“So?”

“Youreallythink you'll still want to be with me, once I'm gone and all this craziness is over?”

“I said I love you and I meant it. I'm not letting you get away from me that easily, Ella.”

“But what if you get traded to … what did Lance say? Winnipeg?”

I wrapped my arm around her even tighter. “I'll figure it out. I'm not letting you get away. I've been waiting for a girl like you my whole life.”

She quietly sighed and melted in my arms. “I love it when you talk to me like that.”

“Good, because I mean it.”

Chapter 29

Last Day in Boston

Ella

Ryan's alarm woke us up at 8:00.

“What time is your flight?” he asked, his voice gritty with sleep.

“2:00 PM …” I trailed off, disappointed by the thought.

“We should get up, then. I don't want to spend our last few hours together in bed.”

“Of course, wecouldspend our last few hours together in bed,” I teased, running a finger through the carved-out valleys of his stone-hard abs.

“You don't know how tempting that is,” he said, biting his lip coyly, “but I'd feel bad if I didn't take you out to breakfast and have a proper morning with you first.”

“Ooh, breakfast! Where?”

“MacAllister's,” he said.

I searched his face for a clue that he was joking, but I didn't find one.

“Wha'? Again?” I mumbled.

“I figured we'd go for the MacAllister's hat trick: three times in three days. What do you think?”

“God, no! Ryan Ryder! If you eventryto take me there again—”

He laughed and hugged me. “I'm kidding, I'm kidding! There's a fancy French place that does an over-the-top prix fixe brunch special. It's delicious, it's crazy hard to get a table, and it's expensive. You'll love it.”