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I tilt my head down and kiss her forehead. “I’m counting on that.”

guide to love rule #6

Flings are temporary. Falling for the single dad could be forever.

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My eyes are barelyopen when I feel Porter’s hand pulling me back into him.

He did this a few times last night. It’s like every time he felt me move, he needed to make sure I didn’t go too far.

Which, I don’t blame him. I’m nothing if not a flight risk.

Except that every time he pulled me closer, and I felt his chest against me, I knew I was right where I belonged.

It only took me eight years, quitting a job, one baby, and four determined sisters, to realize it.

“Good morning.”

Porter’s gravelly morning voice sends a shiver through my body as he pulls me in even tighter, which I didn’t know was possible.

“Good morning to you.”

Porter’s lips graze my shoulder, leaving small kisses in its path. When I finally roll over, I have to blink to make sure this is real life.

God, he’s even more handsome in the morning. Maybe it’s the light. Or his hair that’s a mess from our night and sleep. Or that his bare chest is quite a sight to see before my morning coffee. And even more so, the way he’s looking at me? A small smile that’s filled with warmth. Calm eyes as he traces his fingers up and down my arm. He looks completely content.

Happy.

With me.

“You think a lot in the morning.”

I laugh as he pulls me closer to him, our faces the perfect distance away to sneak a kiss here and there.

“Believe me, this isn’t normal,” I joke. But when the laughter dies on my lips, I’m left silent, wondering how I tell him all the things I need to say.

All the things Iwantto say. Things I’ve been scared to admit for eight years.

“Hey,” he says, tipping my chin up. “Breathe. Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

His words of encouragement help a little as I take a few moments to actually think before I speak.

Wow. So many new things in such a short amount of time…

“Do you know why I never stayed?”

I’m not sure if this is the best place to start, but it’s going to come up at some point, so might as well lead off with it.

“I’ve had my suspicions,” he says. “They ranged from not wanting to do a morning walk of shame in front of your parents to that you turned into a hawk in the morning and didn’t want me to see your transformation.”

I think I stop blinking. “You knowLadyHawke?”

He sends me a wink. “There’s a lot you’re about to learn about me.”

Damn. How does a man knowing a 1980s romantasy cult classic movie suddenly make him instantly hotter?

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