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“I want you,” I whispered. “Do we have time?”

She brought her hand around and ran her fingers through my hair while tilting her head to the side so I could access her beautiful, soft neck better.

“I think I can rearrange my schedule to accommodate your needs.” She smiled.

“I like your answer.” I pulled the towel off of her body and placed my hands over her beautiful breasts, tugging at her already erect nipples. I didn’t waste any time taking her from behind against the dresser.

As soon as we got dressed, I drove her to her office and told her to call me when she was ready for me to pick her up. She said that she’d probably spend most of the day there, which was good because I wanted to get home and work on the sofa table. As soon as I kissed her goodbye and she climbed out of the truck, I called Finn to let him know that I was back.

Chapter Forty

Paisley

“Paisley Logan?” Kenny said as I shut the door to Ben’s truck.

“Hi, Kenny.” I smiled as I lightly hugged him.

“Did I just see you kissing that guy?”

I could feel my cheeks getting red. “Yeah. I guess you did.”

He hooked his arm around me as we walked inside the building. “Put your things away and come to my office.”

When I stepped into Kenny’s office, he was on the phone but motioned for me to shut the door and sit down. As soon as he hung up, he leaned back in his chair.

“You look amazing, Paisley. Hawaii agreed with you. Or could it be that man I saw you kissing?”

“That was Ben, and I think it’s a combination of both.”

“Well, it’s good to see you back, and I don’t mean just back in the office. I mean, it’s good to see you back to your old self. I wanted to thank you for keeping up with your Dear Paisley columns while you were gone. I received some emails from people saying that if Dear Paisley ever goes away, so will they.”

“Don’t worry, Kenny. As long as people keep submitting questions, I’ll keep answering them.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” He smiled.

“I do need to talk to you about something,” I said. “I wrote a book.”

“A book? Really? About what?”

“My story about trying to cope with life after my husband died and how life can and will go on.”

“Interesting. I like it. Have you had someone look at it yet?”

“No. I was going to start submitting it to publishers this week.”

“I have a friend who works over at Doyle Publishing. Let me give her a call and see if she’s interested in reading it.”

“Really?” I asked with a hint of excitement.

“I want a copy, too. Do you have one?”

“You want it right now? I haven’t been to the print shop to print any copies yet.”

“Use ours. Do you have it on a jump drive?”

“Yeah. I have it in my purse.”

“Give it to me, and I’ll print two copies. One for me and one for Doyle.”

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