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“Phenomenal?” I smiled.

“Unbelievably phenomenal,” he countered with a smirk.

“I think that has more to do with you than with me.”

His smirk turned devilish.

“We can test that right now if you want, Soph, but you have food on the stove.”

Shit.

See!

“Damn. Go. Leave. Before I burn dinner.”

He didn’t go or leave. He pulled me closer.

“I’m never gonna go and I’m never letting you leave but I will go shower so I can come back so you can feed me. After that, I’ll show you just how fucking beautiful you feel.”

That caused a whole-body quake that could be probably measured on the Richter scale. Further from that, it made me want to jump to the after part of his statement.

He let me go, spun me around, and gave me a gentle shove.

“Stove. Cook, woman.”

“You’re lucky you’re hot,” I grumbled.

“Damn right, I am.”

I listened to his footsteps as he left.

I did that smiling huge.

Everything was going to work out.

Phenomenally.

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“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” I grumbled and stared out the side window at a very nice, well-kept home.

I felt Valentine’s hand on my chin. He slowly turned my face until I was no longer looking at the house belonging to his teammate, Shiloh, and her husband, Luke but, instead looking into steel-blue eyes full of concern.

“It’s going to be fine.”

I knew it would be. Valentine would never walk me into a situation where I wouldn’t be fine.

But…

“What if they don’t like me?”

“They’ll like you.”

Firm. Honest. He believed that.

“Okay.”

Before we could get out of the car, my phone rang and I grabbed it out of my purse. I saw it was Hayden and answered.

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