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Amusement replaces my concern. “I’m surprised I’ve made it this far. It’s because you’re here, you know. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“For now.”

Nodding, I drop it because I know he wants me to.

“I brought you something.” He holds up the bag.

Delighted, I rub my palms together. “Oh, a gift. What is it?”

He hands me the paper bag.

When I open it, the delicious scent of beef fills my nostrils. It’s a burger and fries from the burger joint I told him I used to frequent growing up. “Rowan, you wonderful, wonderful man.” I lunge at him to feather kisses across his jaw.

“You don’t even react like this when I buy you jewelry,” he muses.

“Are you kidding? This is better than diamonds. I’mstarving.”

His laughter floats around the garden. “I figured you didn’t enjoy dinner.”

“Isabelle made all of us have a few pieces of lettuce and tomatoes for dinner, as if we’ll outgrow the stupid dresses overnight. She’s a monster.”

Ignoring Rowan’s amusement, I take another whiff of the fast food and moan my delight.

“Bless you, Rowan. I’ll have to hide out somewhere to enjoy my meal. Isabelle might murder me if she catches me.”

“That’s why you should come back to the hotel with me. I was hoping I could convince you to ditch The Plastics.”

I bite back my laughter. “We have to stop calling them that. With the exception of my sister and her maid of honor, the girls are really sweet.” There’s nothing I’d like more than to disappear with Rowan for the night, but... “I won’t stress my sister out the night before the wedding.”

“Like I said, you’re a saint.” He gives me a quick kiss on the lips. “I guess I’m leaving alone, then. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I tell him, “Okay,” and pull him back for another kiss. What was supposed to be a quick, sweet farewell kiss develops into a hot, raw, open-mouthed one. I blindly put the paper bag on the nearest surface so I can wrap both arms around Rowan’s shoulders. His jacket falls to the ground as he backs me against the wooden fence surrounding the garden.

“I’m supposed to be leaving,” he murmurs, but his palms slide under my shirt to cup my breasts.

“Uh-huh.” I’m already trying to get his belt undone.

“We’re in your parents’ backyard,” he reminds me.

“Uh-huh.”

Realizing I don’t care, he stops holding back and yanks my jeans down. In a fumble of movements, I’m stripped from the waist down before he drops his pants and lifts me to straddle his waist. His hands grope anything they find—my thighs, my ass—while he ravishes my mouth with another demanding kiss.

“You drive me so wild,” he murmurs.

My fingers thread through his hair, holding him to me as if we can get any closer. “Now, Rowan. Please.”

For once, he doesn’t take the time to tease me mercilessly with his mouth and skilled fingers. His possession is swift and rough, taking my breath away. His name tumbles from my lips, along with a string of unintelligible sounds, with each maddening thrust of his hips. Each time with him is like a new experience, which amazes me. I thought after a few times together things would get... predictable, but that isn’t the case with Rowan.

I shatter with a cry that makes his eyes widen. “Christ, Grace, keep it down.”

As I clamp a hand over my mouth—mostly to stifle my giggle—he shudders against me with a groan. His forehead rests on my shoulder while I catch my breath and enjoy the aftershocks moving through me.

“I’m sure the entire block knows what we’ve been up to out here,” he says.

“I couldn’t control myself.” I stop trying to hold back my laughter. “I really didn’t think I’d be that loud.”

He lifts his head to look at me with a grin.

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