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“An even better reason to have a movie night.”

“Ohh . . . it has been a minute since we’ve done that, and it sounds like fun.” Palmer turned to Dillyn, “As long as it’s not one of those sappy rom-coms. I’m trying to forget my relationship woes.”

Cat nodded in agreement.

“I pick good movies!”Based on the expression on their faces, maybe she didn’t. It's a good thing that wasn’t the point of movie night anyway. It would serve a dual purpose and set a couple of things in motion. If all went well, Palmer wouldn’t need a sperm bank.Or my idea could blow up spectacularly.It was a risk, but Dillyn was willing to take it. “Begging both of your pardons, fine, no rom-coms! How about a kick-ass action flick?”

“That could work,” Cat said.

“That’s a really good suggestion.” Palmer co-signed.

“Great! Then, how about we meet in the library tonight around seven o’clock?”

Palmer reached for her notepad and started scribbling on it. “Works for me. I don’t have any plans.”

Cat looked at Palmer, “Make sure you add chocolate ice-cream to that list.”

“Girl, I’ve got you. You know I know your favorites.” When Palmer finished jotting down the list of snacks, she ripped the page out of the notebook and handed it to Dillyn.

Dillyn took the slip of paper. “I suppose it’s my turn to go to the store.”

Both Palmer and Cat spoke in unison. “Yep,” Palmer added, “And don’t forget the wine.”

“At least four bottles,” Cat responded.

“Fine, I’ll buy the drinks and snacks for you two grifters.” Dillyn felt good about her plan as she left the office. She had a lot to do before tonight. She was proud of herself and couldn’t keep the huge smile off her face.

Surely, I can pull this off.

Chapter 12

The rain was coming down hard and fast. It was supposed to storm all day. They needed the rain, but Ben hated being inside. There was nothing like fresh air and working under God’s blue skies. However, instead of burning off some energy working in the fields today, he would have to settle for their home gym. Dillyn’s nightmare rattled him. She was mentally tough. Tougher than his ex. There was no way history would repeat itself. He wouldn’t allow it.

Ben thought he would have the gym all to himself when he walked in, but Lucas was already there and working the weights like a maniac.

He didn’t want to disturb him, so Ben went to another bench press on the other side of the room.

Lucas finished the last reps before placing the barbell back into its cradle. He removed his ear buds and addressed Ben, “You are late old man. You’re going to lose those baby abs at this rate.”

Ben laughed. “Baby abs? Dude, you wish your shit was as defined as mine. Dillyn can touch each and every one of ‘em. Now you, little bro, might want to work on them side handles.”

“You got jokes, huh? Don’t pretend you’re not jealous that I’m more shredded than you.”

“Ha. Good one. You’re in a good mood?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I closed the deal with Suge Thompson.”

“You’re kidding.” Ben sat up. He was impressed. “You got Honeysuckle?”

“Yep.”

“When?”

“About an hour ago.”

“Damn. Breeders from all over the world have been trying to get that thoroughbred. How’d you manage that, and how much did you pay?”

“Two million.”

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