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“Friends who fight over property lines or friends who share the occasional coffee?”

“Both,” he said with a smile and she laughed, expelling all the heaviness that she’d put on the moment. And when that pressure disappeared it gave way to something simpler. Something warm and comforting. Something that wastheirs.

“Then I think it’s time to test that theory. Superpower or magical ability?”

“How about if it’s a superpower, you get to have sex with me. And if it’s magical, I get to have sex with you.”

“And if it’s both?”

“Then you get to have sex with me first. And I get to have sex with you second.”

She smiled and he smiled back. He made her feel as giddy as a teen and as desirable as a woman. “That sounds like a deal.”

“Shall we seal it with a kiss?”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Jonah

Jonah Stark: luckiest SOB to walk the earth. If he was ever going to get another tattoo that’s what it would say. Because never in a million years would he have imagined a reality in which he’d get a second chance with Evie. Not when he’d blown it so epically a few months back.

That day in her kitchen had been the outcome of unexpected, spontaneous combustion. A spur-of-the-moment, drowning-in-sexual-tension decision. But this? This was premeditated foreplay on both accounts.

It took about three seconds, and a swing of those mile-long legs, for it to register that—while Jonah sat on the edge of a patio lounger beneath the sinking sun—Evelyn Granger, queen of public protocol, was straddling him and delivering a wild, open-mouthed, hands-fisted-in-his-hair, real fireworks and fuck-yeah variety of a kiss. It was a kiss to end all kisses, a kiss that left no question of exactly where this night would lead.

And Jonah decided right then, on her back porch, that when itcame to this woman, she could lead him wherever the hell she wanted. No questions asked. This wasn’t a gentle courtship. This was like a wildfire, blazing hot and fast with limitless acres to scorch.

Man, he couldn’t think of anything in this moment that could be better than this.

Scratch that, he thought as she locked her legs behind his back, there was one thing. But he was pretty sure by the way her fingers danced down his chest to tangle in the hem of his shirt, yanking him flush with her chest, that this was just the opening ceremony. The big event, the one with the fireworks and fanfare he’d been fantasizing about for months, was on the evening’s itinerary.

“Do you want to take me inside?” she breathed against his mouth.

“I want to take you outside, then inside, then up against the side of every wall in your house.”

Locking her fingers behind his neck, she leaned back. “Why don’t we start in my bedroom behind a locked door and away from prying eyes.”

“That means I have to let go of you.” Which, now that he had his hands on her ass, he didn’t want to do. But he saw her point. “Your parents?”

“Gone. And Camila said she’d be home by curfew, which is ten. Waverly?”

“Ryan is babysitting.”

Evie’s eyes skittered away briefly—shyly. “Do you have condoms?”

He tugged her, so their cores lined up. “Several.”

She let out a breath of laughter. “You seem pretty sure of yourself.”

A younger Jonah would have played it off as confidence, but he was too old for games. And Evie was too special for them.

“The opposite,” he admitted. “I’m afraid the first lap might be a sprint, and I want to make sure you cross that finish line.”

She smiled a real and radiant smile. “How thoughtful of you.”

“I’m a very thoughtful man.”

“I’m learning that about you.” She went to climb off him, but he tightened his hold. A frown creased her forehead. “What?”

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