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I acknowledge her with an easy nod. “We should stop.”

I 1,000 percent don’t mean it.

After a long pause, lips slightly parted, she nods. “Probably.”

Well, shit.

“No pouting.”

Her nose scrunches. “What? I don’t pout.”

I cross my arms and widen my stance. “It’s easy to say that now because I just gave you what you wanted. But in a few days, when you’re having withdrawal, I bet the pout comes out.”

“Um ... no. If anything, you’ll be sulking because the only woman in the world who gets you has now banned you from kissing her. And that’s going to suck for you. Maybe try to avoid Will and Maren until you can get a grip on your sulkiness.”

“I can take it or leave it, baby.” I shrug.

Baby?I don’t say that shit. Ineedto jump. I need to ride the adrenaline high. I’m bored. That’s the only explanation for my taking the bait. She’s distracting only because I’m not focused. In another month, I’ll look back and laugh at this ridiculousness.

Jamie smiles, but it looks forced. “Well, there you have it. You’ll have more time for Mrs. Wilke now that you’re not kissing me.” Shestands at her mirror and brushes her hair. “I hope I haven’t driven a wedge between you. If you need me to apologize for my behavior, I’d happily help get you out of the doghouse.”

It’s impossible to hide my grin. “I’ll handle her. I’m quite good at it.”

Jamie’s cheeks turn red, but she giggles and throws my favorite line back at me. “Get the fuck out of here.”

Chapter Fourteen

JAYMES

I miss Fitz’s lips. It’s only been a week, but they’re missable lips, and that’s indisputable—a fact.

However, I’ve found a good distraction. Melissa’s parents are celebrating their fortieth wedding anniversary, and I’m flying down to Miami for the party.

After buttering her up with pizza and wine, I share my fabulous idea with Maren. “How do you feel about a girls’ trip to Miami with me?”

“Really?” She washes our glasses in the sink. “Just say when.”

“Fantastic. This weekend.”

“Noooo. Say anything but this weekend. That’s in five days. I have to work. Have you heard of a little thing called prior notice?”

“Dang it. I know.” I deflate. “Melissa didn’t give me much notice. It’s her parents’ fortieth wedding anniversary. They debated on having a party and decided at the last minute to do it. I don’t want to miss it.”

“Sorry. I’d love to go, but ...” Her smile bleeds with genuine disappointment.

I fold the empty pizza box. “I understand.”

“Besides, you’ll be there with your friends. I doubt you’ll need me there.”

I nod several times, but then I cringe. “Full disclosure?”

“Of course.”

“It’s my first time flying. I’m a little nervous.”

Her eyes widen. “For real? You’ve never been on a plane?”

I shake my head, hugging the empty pizza box.

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