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Vince nods slowly. “You’re an amazing woman. And he’s an incredibly lucky guy. I hope he knows that and always treats you like gold.”

He’s working on it.

But I don’t question how much Cade loves me even if, as Bobby said, he gets in his own way sometimes. I can’t give up on him because he needs me just as badly as I need him.

We’re connected in a way that I don’t understand. But sometimes the most important things in life can’t be explained, and you just have to follow your heart.

I don’t know how to end this awkward conversation. Vince saves the day by giving me a quick hug and exiting my apartment without another word. He’ll find a girlfriend who is one-hundred percent into him and committed to their relationship.

He will be someone else’s Cade.

And now I need to get home to mine.

Chapter 40

Cade

Myheartbeatpoundsinmy footsteps while pacing the airport terminal.

I’m mad as hell and sick of being at the bottom of Victory’s priority list. I’m ready to give her a piece of my mind and make sure she understands exactly what she put me through by continually being out of contact.

And then she appears.

The sight of her will never stop bringing me to my knees; the sway of her hips will never stop making me gasp; and I’ll never stop marveling at just how fucking perfect she is.

My heartbeat has risen from my feet to my throat, and I’ve reverted to a sweaty-palmed teenager who has no idea how to score a girl.

I’ve seen every side of Victory.

The knobby-kneed kid who had hearts in her eyes when she looked at me.

The glammed-up prom girl.

The sophisticated New Yorker who was faking her happiness every time she came home.

The make-up-free girl next door wearing my T-shirt and lying in my rumpled bed after I’ve spent all night inside her.

It’s impossible to decide which look I love best, but the views that are exclusive to me fill my heart to bursting. I love the private, intimate bubble we’ve created together where we share our vulnerabilities in a safe place.

When her eyes find me, a slow, sexy smile teases her lips, and then she’s racing in my direction at full speed. She drops her suitcase and jumps into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as she buries her face in my neck.

“Victory–” I cup her ass, and I’m immediately lost to the scent of her, unable to remember why I’m angry.

Her kiss is hungry and aggressive, the desperation to make everything right between us crackling in the air. She’s swallowing my grateful groans because,fuck, there is nothing in the world I want more than this girl.

“Angel,” I manage when she pulls away to gulp a breath.

She nuzzles into my neck, and when her teeth graze my earlobe, I’m done. “Fuck me,” she purrs. “In the truck. Right now.”

“We have totalk,” I protest weakly. “We can’t just have sex.”

“We will talk,” she promises. “After.”

It’s an obvious avoidance tactic, and she knows damn well how hard it is for me to turn her down.

“Sex after,” I murmur, nipping her lip hard enough to make her gasp.

She wiggles in my arms, the heat of her body tormenting me. “Feels like you want to right now, Mr. Fenway.”

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