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The aroma of sweets, herbs, butter, and spices wafted through the air, inviting me into the warm environment. Inside, the bustling lobby was a pie paradise. Employees hustled to keep the line moving, serving slice after slice from the packed display case. A sugar cream pie caught my eye, and I knew immediately that it would be coming home with me. Dammit, this place is gonna ruin my abs.
He made himself laugh. “Okay, okay, I can hear myself rambling now. FYI, if I’m talking and you need to say something, just smack me, and tell me to shut up.” I pressed my fingers to my lips. “I don’t think I’ll smack a former MMA fighter. Who knows what kind of knee-jerk fight-or-flight instincts you have?” “Ah-ha-ha! She’s got jokes!” Miles pulled up to a strip mall and cut the engine. “I knew there was a firecracker in there.” He jumped out and swiftly opened my door. “Come on, you adorably sarcastic pyromaniac. I’m starving and I talk less when food is in my mouth. Not a lot less, but
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“Where are those ankle boots you like? Those go with the green dress.” “Look around the chair,” I said as I pulled the shirt off my head and dropped it in my suitcase. I pulled off the hair that was stuck to my tongue while Ophelia dug through the chair of no return for a pair of brown boots. “Aha!” She grabbed them and prepared to bean me in the face. “Ay—” I held my hands up. “You hit me in the face one more time and I’m not going on the tour.” She tossed them gently to the only open space on the mattress. “I can’t believe you hadn’t started packing.” She glanced at her phone, checking the
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Outside, the rumble of an SUV caught my attention. I nearly fell off the bed trying to get to the window to peek outside. When she thought I wasn’t paying attention, Ophelia stuffed a fistful of dressy clothes into my bag. “Someone fancies her bodyguard,” she sing-songed. “Do not,” I shot back. “I just like to look at him.” She paused thoughtfully. “That’s fair. He’s quite fit.” And boy was he a sight to see. Miles got out of the car and stretched. I pressed my hand to my mouth as I took him in. He was in those rubber ducky swim trunks and Crocs again. His skin-tight t-shirt was a
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Miles adjusted the knot of his tie. “You look lovely, Ms. West.” I fought back a smile, but there was no beating the girlish blush that painted my cheeks. “Why thank you, Mr. Zhou.” “You ready for this?” I gave him an unsteady nod, but a nod nonetheless. His hand was warm against my lower back as we walked through the halls and waited for the elevator to take us down to the ballroom. And then it hit me. As soon as the elevator doors closed around us, it was like being trapped in a coffin. I grappled for the metal railing and squeezed my eyes shut as flashes of heat and cold clashed against my
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Something savory wafted nearby, and my stomach growled. Out of nowhere, Miles appeared and, without so much as a single peep, swapped my empty plate for a heaping slice of sizzling chicken pot pie. “Fuel up, Annie cakes.” He dropped into the booth beside Ophelia. “Sup, crumpets.” He slid her a ceramic Annie’s Pies mug and donned his best British accent. “Fancy a cuppa?” Ophelia’s gaze was searing. “Do you actually think that’s what I sound like or are you simply that daft?” “Be nice, Phee,” I muttered from my side of the table. Ophelia’s smile was feline. “Miles, will you please not be a
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“Annie?” The three of us looked over and spotted a large posse exiting the yoga studio next door. A blonde broke free from the mass of exquisite male bodies. I shoved my plate into Ophelia’s hands. “Wren! Hey!” Wren Porter was an interior designer who used to be a cheerleader for the Rhode Island Red Cocks pro football team. She was a frequent customer at the shop, and only knew me as Annie. But if anyone could understand the double life I led, it was her. She and her now-fiancé had been all over the news when he careened off the field and accidentally tackled her during a preseason game. And
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I waited until the five of them were inside before turning back to Phee and Miles. Ophelia shoved the plate back in my hands. “Do I look like a butler?” “Wanna come on a walk?” I asked between bites. “Miles is taking me out for Lizard Time.” “First, no. You’re not a pet. Second. No.” Her eyes trailed off to the door where Seth had just walked inside. “I have work to do.” I waggled my eyebrows. “You fancy him.” Ophelia rolled her eyes. “He’s … fit.” Miles looked down, lifted his shirt, and poked his stomach. “I’m fit.” I snickered as I cut away another bite. “That’s her stodgy way of saying she
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“So, my perp has fancy tea preferences. What does that tell us?” Isla closed the screen. “That’s for you to find out, Sherlock. It’s likely that the threat is unknown to Ms. West—a fan or the like. Though it’d be less likely given her status, there’s the possibility that it’s someone close to her sending these packages. Someone in her immediate circle.” There was someone in Annie’s immediate circle who had a penchant for tea and all things fancy… And as much as I didn’t want Ophelia to be suspect number one for Annie’s sake, she was. “Just don’t get Whitney killed in the process. I need the
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Isla’s cheeks turned pink, but she maintained her composure, tipping her head toward me. “Zhou’s client. The author.” Javier just smiled, making Isla’s temporary bashfulness turn sour. “What?” she insisted. He wiped his thumb across his lower lip. “Nothing.” “If you have something to say, just say it.” Javier’s eyes flicked up and down, taking her in. “I didn’t know you were into those books.” Isla rolled her eyes. “Like you know what they’re actually about.” “I do now,” he stated casually as he leaned his hip against the doorframe and crossed his arms. “Kate spilled.” “Of course Kate
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“We done here?” I asked. I was itching to get out of here and get Annie back to her apartment. Isla nodded. “That’s all I have for you—for now.” I pointed two finger guns at her. “You’re the best, Davenport.” I turned to squeeze by Javier. “You too, Garcia. Stay excellent.” “You eat?” Javier asked Isla. She stammered for a moment, then shook her head. “No.” Lie. The demolished pho was on her desk. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Wanna grab a bite? That food truck you like is parked across the street.” “Food? I’m down,” I said, smacking the top of the doorframe on my way out. I had no
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The plane bumped as we flew through a patch of turbulence. Miles let a quiet groan slip and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “You okay?” I asked as I typed away. “Yup.” I believed him. Until a few minutes later, he did it again. I raised an eyebrow. “Do you need to use the lavatory?” Miles looked up from the book. “Huh?” He blinked, then shook his head. “What? No. Oh—nah. It’s just this chapter. It’s… gruesome.” I took a peek at the title. I hadn’t read that particular book, but I knew the author and she didn’t write “gruesome” books. “What about it?” He tipped the pages toward me, and I
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“Listen here, Annie Cakes. I know this one isn’t yours, but I’m scared for this guy’s sexual health. If you ever need notes on the male orgasm, I’m your man. Any question you have. Consider me your cock consultant.” He cringed. “That was probably over the line for this arrangement.” He held up three fingers in a scout’s salute. “I solemnly swear not to sexually harass you unless you explicitly ask for it.” I couldn’t contain my laughter. “Your boss must really have his hands full with you.” He grinned. “It’s my job to ensure that everyone’s heads stay out of their asses. And I take that very
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Courage bubbled up inside of me like a spring. It painted words on my tongue and gave me the push to vocalize them. Before he could step back, I said, “Miles—” Our eyes connected in the mirror. “Do you think I should be Whitney all the time? You know—like Ophelia says. Do you think it would be easier?” Without a moment’s hesitation, he said, “Easier doesn’t mean better.” “Why would Norma Jeane become Marilyn if Marilyn wasn’t better?” His eyes crinkled at the corners as he squeezed my arms again. “Maybe you should be asking what Marilyn would have given to go back to being Norma Jeane.”
“Hi!” a pretty blonde said as she stepped up to my table and handed over her paperback. It was practically falling apart. I treated it with the utmost care as I opened the cover that was torn at the top and bottom of the spine. The cover was curled, pages were dog-eared, and the spine had white lines running up and down it. “Sorry,” she said nervously. “It’s my favorite book. I’ve had it for a really long time.” I laughed lightly. “That’s okay. I love seeing a well-loved book. What’s your name?” “Bridget,” she said. “Hi, Bridget! It’s nice to meet you.” I grabbed a pen and began the looping WW
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Willow laughed. Chase and Bridget smiled knowingly at each other. Chase turned back to me. “If I were a betting man, I’d say it’ll happen sooner rather than later.” He winked and tucked Bridget’s books into the rolling cart that he was lugging around for her. “Pleasure meeting you, Ms. West.” I smiled. “Likewise.” He took Bridget’s hand, linking their fingers together. “Who you wanna see next, darlin’?”
I stood, half hidden by a tall banner with the Whitney West logo, and shifted my weight between my feet. A gaggle of six readers in matching book club t-shirts congregated in a cluster around Annie’s table. She was fucking crushing it as Whitney today, and I was damn proud of her. A brunette in savage stilettos stepped up to the table, handing over a trio of Whitney books. “It’s so nice to meet you!” Annie said as she carefully opened the cover of the first book and uncapped her pen. “I’m Whitney.” “Hannah Jane,” the woman said. “I’m so excited to meet you. We love reading your books.” Annie’s
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“How’re you doing, superstar?” I asked as I hefted the tote into the elevator. Annie slumped against the wall and punched the button for our floor. “I’m fine.” I raised an eyebrow. This time, I didn’t have to prod for more information or coax it out of her. Annie just closed her eyes. “I keep thinking about that first girl who stopped by my table.” “Bridget?” I asked, recalling the name I overheard. “Yeah.” Annie closed her eyes. “She said Like Whiskey was her life preserver book.” “That’s a good thing, Annie Cakes.” She let out an unsteady breath. “Yeah. But it’s about domestic violence.” Oh…
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“Books take people out of their everyday lives. They give them a moment to say, “wow.” It makes grown-ups believe in magic again. It makes us believe in possibilities. It makes us hold on to the belief that at any moment, we could meet someone who changes our life and existence completely. It makes us see the best in our enemies. It makes us hold our friends closer. It gives us compassion and empathy. But most of all, it gives us hope that no matter what, everything is going to be okay.” Annie was silent, but I knew she was listening. I held her closer, rubbing her back up and down through the
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“God, I hate these ducks.” Miles laughed, but he didn’t let go of my hands. “Quack, quack, motherducker. You’ve got books to sign.”
Another M&M appeared in my hand. I slipped it into my mouth, laughing while the reader in front of me recalled the time she dropped her car off for an oil change and one of my audiobooks started playing when the mechanics turned it on. I would have been mortified, but it seemed to have worked out pretty well for her. She had a growing baby belly, a ring on her finger, and a hunk of a man wearing an Ernie’s Garage polo by her side.
It had been fifteen minutes and forty-seven seconds since I opened my eyes. Fifteen minutes and forty-seven seconds of staring at Annie as she slept peacefully in my arms. Fifteen minutes and forty-seven seconds of her cheek pressed to my bare chest. Fifteen minutes and forty-seven seconds of calm. I brushed her hair away from her face so I could study her parted lips. Soft like silk. Supple like butter-soft leather. Sweet like cotton candy. I just wanted one more taste of her. One more moment of her lips on mine. Two kisses last night hadn’t been enough. We had been sitting beside a fountain
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Tell me your story. It lingered in my mind as Annie and I penguin-walked through the narrow aisle and found our seats in the back of the plane. Compared to the sweltering South Carolina morning, the plane was an ice box. “So,” I said as I pulled my travel jacket out of my backpack, then kicked the bag under the seat in front of me. “You wanna know how I became the great Miles Zhou.” Annie rubbed her hands together like a greedy little word gremlin. “Should I take notes?” “Only if you plan on making me an unbeatable book boyfriend.” “Look at you, knowing the lingo,” she said proudly. I unfurled
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“Ho, ho, ho,” Miles said with a jolly temperament as he led me into a dark room filled with blue light and computer screens. “I come bearing gifts.” A woman sat behind a desk, her back to us as her fingers raced across the keys. She spoke in Arabic as her eyes darted back and forth across a metropolitan map. “Hold on,” she clipped in English before switching back to her conversation. Miles slid his hand down my spine, gently rubbing my back. “That’s Isla,” he said. “Former MI6. Fluent in Arabic, Berber, Russian, Portuguese, and German. She’s our in-house human computer.” “I can also kill you
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Miles’s fingers flexed against my back as if he was trying to find purchase on my skin. “Isla Davenport, this is Annie.” I lifted my hand and waved. “Hi.” She mumbled something colorful in, what I guessed was, Berber and pawed around her desk for something. I leaned into Miles’s arm. “Is she going to kill you with spreadsheets?” Isla clasped a worn paperback to her chest. “It’s a pleasure, Ms. West.” I laughed, then flicked my gaze to Miles. After that stunt he pulled in the parking garage, I was feeling a little defiant. “Just Annie is fine,” I said with a coy smirk. “As long as you can keep
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Isla cleared her throat, turning her attention back to me and Miles. “Right. So. More creeper mail. Lovely. Let’s see what you’ve brought me.” I stood to the side while Miles and Isla donned latex gloves and tore into the trash bag. Isla grabbed some kind of wand and waved it over the boxes. “She’s checking for explosives,” a feminine voice said, appearing beside me. She was in leggings and a sports bra. A sheet of sweat coated tanned skin. I didn’t know whether or not I was supposed to act cool with the possibility of a bomb being inside the box. I had ripped into the previous packages
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My heart bobbed up and down like it didn’t quite know what to do. Was I happy? Was I terrified? I squeezed my fingers. There was no tell-tale chill. Isla grabbed the book out of the machine and started thumbing through pages while Miles held a blacklight over them. “Don’t get your hopes up,” Alona said. “It could be in good condition or it could be too degraded or contaminated to pull anything useful. Or your stalker might not be in the system at all.” “Debbie Downer,” a male fake-coughed. His shadow filled the doorway, shading the corner that Alona and I shared. But I didn’t miss the way her
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“I’ll take you up on that,” she said. “But just one thing.” I raised my eyebrows. Alona tipped her head toward Miles. “Like I said—I’ve never seen him like this.” I followed her gaze, smiling to myself as I took him in. “He’s calm. Focused. He’s at peace around you.” Pinpricks of heat flashed across my cheeks. I pursed my lips and looked down at my feet. “If I had to guess, I’d say that you’re his peace.” “Thanks? I guess?” Alona crossed her arms. Lines of muscle strapped her biceps. Yeah, she could definitely kill me with her bare hands. “Miles—he’s like everyone’s annoying little brother
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“So,” Isla said as she motioned to one of the screens on the wall. “We found trace DNA. Looks like our mystery sender sneezed while highlighting one of the pages. No hits in the system, but our sender is a male.” Miles’s mouth was pressed into a tense line. He didn’t like that answer. Maybe it didn’t fit the narrative he had crafted in his head, or maybe there was something he wasn’t te...
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“I hit a roadblock, but I think I worked it out. That should give me a few days of smooth sailing before we pack up for Dallas. Briar and James are falling for each other, but she’s still killing people. That puts a real damper on things.” “Will he escape her clutches unscathed, or will he fall prey to her feminine charms?” Miles narrated dramatically. I laughed. “I love Briar. She’s a great lead character. She’s so misunderstood. A murderer, yes, but she’s like Robin Hood. She doesn’t kill without a good reason. She’s getting justice for people hurt by the men she seduces. She drains them
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“Her slick white froth oozed from her love canal?” I pressed my fist to my mouth and dry heaved. “Why is it frothy? Why is it oozing? Why is it a canal? This isn’t Venice. There’s not a gondola in sight.” I snapped the book shut. “I’ve tried and I can’t. My brain needs a deep clean. From now on, I’ll stick to reading your books.” Annie snickered from her spot by the window. Our plane was somewhere over the scenic hills of Kentucky, en route to Texas. “I’ll spare you the agony,” she said, sliding her laptop onto her thighs, lifting the tray table, and rummaging through the bag by her feet. With
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I slid two fingers inside of her soaked core. Annie’s brows knitted together, and she exhaled in relief. “That feels so good.” I pressed the heel of my hand against her clit and kept my fingers inside of her. “Good. Now ride my hand, dirty girl. Show me how badly you want my cock.” Annie’s hips rocked slow and steady. Her heart beat rapidly as I lathed her tits with my tongue. Everything about her was magic. “Oh—oh!” Annie’s body jerked, then went still. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gave me a soft smile. Everything came to a screeching halt as I blinked in disbelief. “Did you just fake an
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My cheeks burned like a thousand bee stings. “Uh—no?” Something akin to anger flashed across his face. It was such a rare expression for Miles. So I freaked out and faked an orgasm. It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. I did it all the time, and no one had ever noticed. Not once. Miles trailed his fingers up my side. “What—what are you doing?” “I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you’re a terrible actress and I’m calling bullshit on that little performance of yours.” His fingers scraped across my breast. “In my experience, when a woman climaxes—and I mean really climaxes—she’s
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“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Whitney,” I said as I reached across my table and shook a woman’s hand. She was nearly vibrating out of her Baylor University tank top. “Oh my god, I’m so excited to meet you,” the girl blurted out as she passed me a stack of paperbacks to sign. “She got me hooked on your books,” the girl said, pointing to the woman beside her. They looked like they could have been sisters, one with short hair in glossy black, and the other with a longer cut. The long-haired woman laughed. “And because she’s forgotten how to breathe, her name is Bristol.” I snickered as I
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I dropped back into my chair as I heard the unzipping of the Annie Pack. Miles slipped me a handful of M&Ms that I hid behind a tabletop sign. “So, that’s what you keep in that fanny pack,” Jordan commented from his spot behind his table. “I was wondering what you put in there.” I couldn’t see Miles, but I heard his snort and whispered comment. “I can fit a lot in Annie’s fanny.” I nearly choked on an M&M as a trio of readers stepped up. Jordan peered over at me. “You alright, Whit? Need some water?” “I’ve got it,” Miles said as he passed me a water bottle. I was almost certain he was glaring
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“Hi!” a pretty blonde said as she passed me her copy of Like Whiskey. “I’m Darcy.” My attention was captured by the two unfairly gorgeous men bracketing her on each side. The one on her right, a ripped man with piercing eyes, had his hand on the small of her back. The man on the left had straps of muscle and a powerful presence. His hand was in her hair, mindlessly playing with it as they stood in line. Oh my god. Were all three of them together? I tamped down the desire to grab the little notebook Miles kept in the Annie Pack to scribble out ideas. I wanted to write this. “I see you brought
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“He thrust his dick into her meat curtains?” Heads spun across the plane at Miles’s boisterous declaration. My cheeks burned like a blowtorch. I cringed, sinking lower into my seat, mouthing “sorry” to the lady with a toddler in her lap. Miles ripped off his reading glasses and dropped them on to the tray table in front of him. The decorative chain hit the hard plastic surface with a clatter. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Who thought meat curtains would be a good description of the happiest place on earth?”
“Were you traveling for work?” my dad asked Annie as he grabbed the plate of finished jiǎozi and replaced it with an empty one. “Yes,” Annie said with the kind of calm that was more nervous than placid. “What kind of trip was it?” he prodded. “I wouldn’t think a bakery owner would travel much for work.” Annie let out a shoddy breath. “It wasn’t for the bakery.” My mother’s eyebrows lifted. “Oh?” Beneath the table, Annie reached for my hand. “I… I write books. I own the bakery but I’m also a romance author. I was traveling for book signings in Dallas and Chicago.” The table went silent and
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Annie let a quiet laugh slip as she worked the small rolling pin around, flattening another piece of dough. “Probably.” “I’m so excited for your next book,” Emma blurted out. “Wǒ yěshì,” Grandma chimed in, nodding in agreement. “My favorite book of yours is Broken Halos.” She looked at the pleated dumpling in her weathered hands with satisfaction. “Lorenzo is really something.” Her smile was coy. “Back in my day I liked things the way Amelia does.” She winked. Emma and I groaned in tandem. “I haven’t had nearly enough wine to hear that,” Emma said as she reached across the table and refilled
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“You know what I want?” I kissed up and down her arched spine. “I want you to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you’re not broken. I want you to know how incredible your body is. I want you to feel about yourself the way your readers feel about the fictional women you write. I want you to stop treating yourself worse than you treat characters that aren’t real.” I nipped at her shoulder. “You’re a force to be reckoned with. Don’t reserve the best parts of yourself for fiction.” I knelt behind her and grabbed the back of her thighs, licking up her slit. Annie jolted forward as a gasp
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I grabbed her wrist and pinned it behind her back. “Here I was, dining on the best pussy I’ve ever tasted, and you have the audacity to deny me your body because you don’t think I want your ass too?”
“Everything okay?” I asked as I filled my mug. Energy radiated off of his being. “Of course.” I didn’t know how much I believed him. Miles tipped my chin up and pecked my lips. “I promise.” “What was that about?” “I need to check in with Keller and give updates, but I told him I didn’t want to leave you alone in the building. He’s on his way over. I’m gonna go downstairs for a few minutes to talk to him.” I stalled with a long sip of coffee. “About me as a client or me as your…” Miles grinned. “Say it.” I huffed. “Say it, superstar.” He pinned me against the countertop and attacked me with a
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The shower head squeaked as I cut the water off and stepped over the lip of the tub. Showering before a fight always made me laugh. It was kind of like making the bed—it was just going to get messed up again. I grabbed the towel off of the bar, and ran it over my hair before wrapping it around my waist, grabbing my shit, and padding down the hall to my room. Our room. It had been just over three weeks since Annie was discharged from the hospital, and every night she had been in my bed. Her movement was still restricted, but she had been given the greenlight to shed the sling from her
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“Me too,” Willow chimed in. “It’s selfish to keep the man candy to yourself. Show us or I won’t write that tattoo artist book you want.” I laughed and tightened the towel around my waist before coming up behind Annie and turning her camera back on. “Good morning, ladies. I hope the word counts are high and the edits are easy.” They melted in their desk chairs. Wander sighed happily. “What does a girl have to do to get kidnapped around here? I want one.”
“Guess what?” Annie said as she looked up at me. I pressed my lips to her temple. “What’s that?” “I wrote a little.” My heart skipped. “For real?” Her laugh was wary and hesitant, but accomplished. “I mean, it’s probably going to get re-written and I haven’t outlined yet, but—” I jumped in front of her desk chair and kissed Annie square on the mouth. “I’m so fucking proud of you. Look at you go, superstar.” I kissed her again, shifting a little closer. “That’s my girl.” Apparently going for the second kiss was pushing my luck. The towel unraveled and fell off my hips. Wander and Willow
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“Get back here!” Annie’s shout echoed through the house as she chased after me, determination etched on her face. I raced down the stairs, dodging boxes and unfinished bookshelves that cluttered my path. “We have to leave!” she yelled. “There’s no time for this!” Annie’s voice urged me on as I sprinted toward the kitchen. Shit. Annie had peeled off and gone through the dining room, cutting me off before I could get to the back door. She plastered her back against the door. “Hand it over.” “No!” I shouted as I pivoted and went for the front door. The dump truck was making its rounds and, by my
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“We got the house so we could have loud, raunchy sex without waking up your grandma! Not to add to the population!” I faked left and bolted for the door again. “Kids are fucking awesome! I want you pregnant!” “Miles, don’t you dare!” Annie leaped onto my back and snatched the pill packet out of my hand. Frantically, she popped out one of the little blue birth control pills and swallowed it down before tucking the rest safely in her bra. Ha. Like that would stop me. Those boobs were mine. “Are you forgetting that Keller has you and Malik leaving for that job in Europe while I’m on a writing
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The man who was running his hands through my hair jerked my head to the side and smeared it with a glob of gel. Annie snickered, watching me as she handed Willow a slice of apple pie and Wander a slice of peanut butter mousse. She grabbed a piece of strawberry pie for herself. “How’s it going over there, hot stuff?” Annie called. I sneezed as powder was fluffed over my nose. “Excellent.” “He is done, and he is gorgeous,” Mr. Hair and Makeup said as he handed me off to the photographer. “I need oil on him,” the photographer said without looking up from the camera. Every hand in the bakery went
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