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Paige laughed out loud and then quickly stifled it.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” Mrs. Harte gave him a disappointed look. “You’re a bad kisser.”

God, this woman. “That’s not it. I’m not a bad kisser.”

“Kissing is important, David. Being good at it matters.”

“I know. I’m not a bad kisser. I’m not.” Now he sounded like a little boy having a tantrum—the only thing he wasn’t doing was stamping his fucking foot.

“I’m not taking your word for it.” Mrs. Harte grabbed David’s phone out of his hand. “Paige, dear, is he a bad kisser?”

He held his breath, waiting for the answer, praying she didn’t give Mrs. Harte any more ammunition to use against him.

“No.” Paige’s voice was soft, almost reluctant. “He’s not.”

“See? I told you,” David said, elatedly.

“Then what’s the problem?” Mrs. Harte asked Paige, ignoring David.

“He’s … my ex-husband.”

“And?”

“And, obviously we shouldn’t be kissing.”

Mrs. Harte looked thoughtful. “To be honest, I don’t know that I see a problem with it—”

“Thank you, Mrs. Harte,” David said. Finally, the woman was talking sense.

“Calm down, Romeo, we’re not best friends yet,” Mrs. Harte told him, then resumed speaking to Paige. “Like I was saying, I don’t know that I see a problem with it, unless he’s someone else’s current husband. Is he currently married to someone else?”

“He’s standing right here, and no, he’s not,” David said, only to realize he was referring to himself in the third person, and added quickly, “I’m not.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I don’t think kissing your ex-husband is the worst thing you could do,” Mrs. Harte murmured to Paige. “Especially if he’s good at it. Life’s shorter than you think, dear, so make sure you enjoy it while you’re still above ground.”

Mrs. Harte turned and handed David back his phone, then went into her apartment without another word.

David looked down at his screen just as Paige disconnected their FaceTime connection. Thinking she was going to try and vanish again, he immediately raised a hand to knock on her door, but she opened it before he could.

He was immediately struck by how unsure and unsettled she appeared again, without Mrs. Harte there to provide an amusing distraction. It was now just him and Paige and while he wanted to push forward to discuss what had happened—because it needed to be discussed—it was clear that she didn’t. So David pulled back instead, accepting that the conversation would have to wait for another time.

“I had a really good time tonight,” he told her gently, and it was clear by her surprised expression that she’d been expecting a little more blitzkrieg from him; possibly because he’d been semi-pounding on her door ten minutes ago.

“And I look forward to collecting on that bet,” he tacked on with a smirk before tilting his head in farewell and turning away. As he walked down the hall, he was pretty sure Paige was watching him because he didn’t hear her door close. David wanted to look back and see if she was appreciating the pants he ‘wore well’, but refrained.

It wasn’t until he got home and was lying in bed that he let himself really think about the evening with Paige and how much fun he’d had.

And how a few kisses and a double handful of ass had literally rocked his world.

And it got him thinking.

Chapter 63

“This just came for you,” Andrea said from the doorway of Paige’s office.

Paige glanced up to see her assistant holding a medium-sized box, emblazoned with the Amazon logo and frowned. “For me?”

“Yes.” Andrea looked like her patience was being tested. “It’s addressed to you.”

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