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Reggie elbowed him. “You didn’t get laid in your college days, Lloyd.”

“Unfortunately true,” he agreed good-naturedly. “I was referring to my roommates. That system saved me from embarrassment a number of times.”

“We’ll come up with something,” Reggie assured me. “In the meantime, we’re going out. Have fun with that slice of cheesecake you call a boyfriend.”

“I think the term is beefcake,” her husband corrected her.

Reggie shook her head. “You saw him. That man is cheesecake through and through.”

When they were gone, I climbed the stairs and opened my door. Will was leaning against my kitchen counter, one ankle crossed over the other, his arms crossed, a smirk on his face.

“I’m cheesecake?” he asked.

THIRTY-ONE

Luna

I had put a fern in Seamus. Will wasn’t sure it was the right plant. We debated it while I finished making dinner. Then we talked about food, music, books, and music again. We talked about how Raine and Neal were doing. Will told me about his parents and his childhood in New York. I asked him about his previous companies, and as we ate, he picked up his phone and pulled up a picture of a turntable made by Brooklyn Turntables, the company he’d sold but now wished he hadn’t. His enthusiasm was nerdy and irresistible. He sounded more wistful about those turntables than he’d ever sounded when he talked about Lizbeth.

“Why did you sell?” I asked him.

“Because everyone told me to,” he replied, putting his phone down. “It was a lot of money. Dinner was delicious, by the way.”

I shrugged in fake modesty. I allowed the change in subject, because I already knew how much Will got hounded about money. “I’m a very good cook.”

“Better than me, I think,” he said, as if it was a serious consideration.

“Maybe.” I put my napkin down. “But you’re very good at a lot of other things.”

His gaze met mine across the table. There was a long moment of silence.

“Luna,” Will said finally, “I’m bad at flirting and sexual innuendo.”

I bit my lips to suppress a smile.

“You’re going to have to be direct,” he said. “I think you’ve figured that out.”

I pushed my chair back and stood. “Okay, then. Leave the dishes for later.”

In my bedroom, I stripped to my underwear and sat on the bed. I got to watch him take off his sexy watch and set it on my dresser, then unzip the hoodie to reveal his crisp white tee. So polite. Then the tee came off and there was the tattoo, the wolf in whorls of ink coming to life across his pec, the wild animal underneath the expensive clothes. My pulse pounded and my throat went dry. I reminded myself that I was the only woman who had ever seen Will’s ink. That thought made me crazy every time.

“I like your bedroom,” Will said. He stood at the foot of the bed, looking around.

What was he doing? I was in my underwear here, ready and waiting for him. “You’ve seen it before,” I croaked.

“Not quite from this perspective.” His gaze snagged on me for a moment, his focus going dark, and then he looked away again. “I mostly saw the inside of the closet. I’m familiar with that part.”

I wondered, now, how I’d resisted him that day. Why I’d bothered. I’d had this delicious man all to myself in my closet, kissing me. It didn’t matter, because I had him here again now, all to myself, shirtless and mouthwatering, with no one else home to hear what we did.

Will had turned and was inspecting the top of my dresser. What was interesting about a pair of discarded earrings, a half-burned candle, and hair ties? He opened the top drawer, my underwear drawer. Of course, the pair on top of the pile, in plain sight, had to be my biggest and least-sexy pair, my period panties.

“What are you doing?” I asked as Will reached into the drawer, looking through it.

His voice was calm. “You, and your family members, have probed into just about everything about me,” he said. “Now it’s your turn.”

I swallowed. It was fair, honestly. I had spent a night in his penthouse, in his bedroom. I’d even asked about his porn habits. The fact that that conversation had ended in the hottest possible way didn’t change the fact that Will had almost no privacy from me.

Besides, I had nothing to hide. He’d see some period panties and my rattiest bra. So what?

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