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“Yeah?”

“We’re done talking now.”

She doesn’t say anything else, but I swear she’s smiling in the darkness and for now that’s enough.

16

HANNAH

It’s hot when I wake up—like edge of the sun hot—and it takes me a minute to realize that a body is wrapped around me.

A very male body.

And oh boy, something is definitely poking me.

The sun is barely peeking in the blinds, but there’s a buzzing somewhere behind me and even though I don’t want to, I know I have to wake him.

“Case,” I whisper not unlike last night. “Case—your phone.”

“What?” I feel his head lift off the pillow behind me.

“Your phone is buzzing.”

It takes only a couple of seconds but then everything happens at once. Case removes his arm from the death grip it had around my waist and rolls onto his back, but he has too much momentum and overcorrects as the phone goes off again.

In a tangle of arms and legs and the unsuspecting top sheet, Case goes flying off the bed and crashes to the floor with only an “oh shit” to precede his landing.

“Fuck,” he grumbles and I pull myself to the edge of the bed and peer down to look at him.

“Oh my gosh, Case, are you okay?”

He doesn’t answer but reaches around blindly for his phone on the nightstand. When his hand connects with it, he grabs it and then rests the side of his face on the ground with the phone pressed to his ear.

“What?” Case groans into the phone, and it gives me a minute to shamelessly ogle his ripped shoulders and back and the bitable ass clad in tight black boxer briefs.

He’s notgymstrong, he’sworks every day doing physical labor getting dirty and absolutely deliciousstrong.

The phone clatters to the floor.

“Everything okay?”

“I’m going to murder my sister-in-law.”

“Which one?”

“The scary one.”

I snicker because I immediately know he’s talking about Isla. She is in fact the scary one, and I totally have a girl crush on her. She and Hank are honestly the most unconventional power couple, but they work and they’re serious relationship goals.

If I ever settle down, that is.

Something moves out of the corner of my eye, and I look just in time to see a gray tabby cat stretch at the end of the bed.

“How did I not know you have a cat?”

“She’s not mine.”

“There’s definitely a cat in here.”

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