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She wiggles her ass back and forth as she starts to spin in a slow circle and then she sets her eyes on me, which immediately go wide in fear.

“Oh shit!” She bends over with her hand on her chest. “You scared the shit out of me!” She starts laughing at herself, and I join her.

“I didn’t mean to, I was just enjoying the show.”

“You’ve certainly made a habit of that, haven’t you?” She shakes her head. “Creeper.”

I push off the door and cross the room toward her, reaching out and cupping the back of her neck. I pull her body into mine and unapologetically kiss the fuck out of her.

She pulls away, just a bit, enough to speak. “What was that for?”

“Because I wanted to.”

“Fair enough.” She smiles against my lips and dives in for another kiss.

She slides her fingers along my scalp, pulling a groan from deep in my throat.

“Mmm. Look, as much as I want to stay here and do this all day, we have a flight to catch.”

“You’re right.” She releases a breath and pulls away.

“But the minute I get you into my house, we are picking up exactly where we are leaving off right now. Deal?”

“I’m going to your house?” she says with wide eyes.

“Um, yeah. Are you just realizing this?”

“Kinda. I don’t know why I didn’t think about it before.”

“Is that okay with you? Will you be okay being there with me?” I take a seat in her desk chair, resting my elbows on my knees.

“Yeah, of course it is. I’m just...excited.”

“You are? That excites me.”

“I'm looking forward to being in your world, in your element. You’ve spent three weeks in mine. It’s time for the tables to turn a little,” she says.

“You have no idea how much fun we are going to have, baby. I’m going to make sure this is a trip you never forget.”

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Letting my sister go when they drop us off at curbside check-in is absolutely the hardest thing I have done in so long. No matter how many times we have to say goodbye to one another, it never gets any easier.

“Please be safe, Marco.” She hugs me tightly before reaching up to cup my face. “Be good and careful. I mean it.”

“You know I will.” I give her a small kiss to the cheek before she takes a small step back and Case comes my way, extending his hand.

“It was nice finally meeting the man, the myth, and the legend,” he says, laughing.

“I appreciate the sarcasm. It's my native language.” I shake his hand firmly.

“Take care of her.” He nods toward Faith, who is checking one last time that she has everything she needs in her carry-on.

“Likewise with that one.” I tilt my chin to my sister. “And Sasha, of course.”

“Who’s Sasha?” Case wrinkles his brows, clearly confused and I can hear Faith giggling as she approaches my side.

“Sasha is his motorcycle, and I think he loves that thing more than he loves anything or anyone.” Nora rolls her eyes.

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