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“You okay?” Hunter asked, forehead creased.

I pushed away the doubts. I’d made my decision. I could hardly take it back now. I was already in love with the man.

Oh, crap.

I was in love with Hunter Rhodes.

Maybe I wasn’t any different from Alexa after all, because with the epiphany, a determination welled up. I wasn’t going to let anything come between me and this man, especially not fears driven by things that happened in the past.

I wanted to live in the present, with the guy I loved. The one I was incredibly lucky to have by my side when his life was crazy busy and he could have just about anyone else he desired.

“Yeah, I’m good. Never better.”

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HUNTER

Something about Clarkseemed off as we made our way to the table where the rest of his trivia team sat, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. He smiled and said the right words, but there was an uncertainty to it that I hadn’t seen since before our weekend together.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” I asked as we stopped by the bar to place a drink order. “You seem quiet.”

“Yeah.” He nudged me. “I’m just tired and I ache all over.”

I winced in sympathy. “Did I push you too hard on all that sanding?”

Refinishing hard-wood floors was no joke. My arms felt like noodles after operating an industrial sander this weekend. Clark had taken a few turns to give me breaks, but he had less muscle to work with in the first place. Not that I minded; his slender, lithe body totally did it for me.

Clark raised an eyebrow, his voice dropping in tone. “What makes you think it was the sanding?”

A reel of sexual highlights played through my mind, flushing me with arousal yet again. I couldn’t seem to get enough of the man. We were limited in how often we were together and for how long, but even if I had all day every day, I was pretty sure I’d want more. Our sexual chemistry was off the fucking charts. It had never been so good with someone, not even Holly, and I’d always considered my ex-wife and I to be pretty compatible.

There was just something about my connection with Clark. He was my only romantic partner that hadn’t begun with immediate physical attraction, but more of an emotional one that shifted and changed. Maybe that was why? Hell if I knew, but I wasn’t going to second-guess it. He was the best damn thing to ever happen to me, and I knew it.

Calista plonked two beers on the bar top and I picked them up and followed Clark toward the table in the center of the pub where Bobbi, Tucker, and the rest of the trivia gang were already gathered.

“Maybe it’s time to give you a rest and switch it up,” I suggested, stomach fluttering at the idea. We hadn’t revisited the idea of me bottoming since we’d first discussed it, too busy enjoying the hell out of the dynamic we’d settled into. But I wasn’t kidding about wanting to try everything with Clark. “Toby’s going to an overnight birthday party next Saturday.”

“It’s a date,” Clark said. “Right after we finish painting your living room.”

I groaned as I set the beer mugs down on the table and pulled out a chair for Clark to sit. “You are a harsh taskmaster.”

Tucker glanced between us. “Working on the house?”

“Every spare minute I have,” I said, taking a seat. “Clark wants to stage a historical re-enactment there as part of the 150th anniversary celebration in May.”

“The side porch will be perfect if the weather is nice,” he added. “But I’d love to bring people into the front room and alcove to showcase a bit of the house too.”

“We’ve got a lot of cleanup after sanding the floors, but they look great. Damn, it’s hard work though. We’re both exhausted.”

“Sure,” Bobbi teased. “That’s what’s exhausting you.”

Clark tossed a coaster at Bobbi. “Shush.”

“I hear that house has beautiful windows,” Tucker said.

I blinked. “Uh, yes…”

“Especially on the turret. That’s right outside the alcove to the living room, right? They really showcase that room.”

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