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I’m not sure I can ever go back to how we were before—not now that I know how good he is at this.

And that thought is more than a little terrifying.

CHAPTER 26: Miller Banks

Cat in a Cowboy Hat

She’s standing by the window wrapped in a blanket, and I can’t help but wonder exactly how we got here.

My life went from pining for this woman over the last sixteen years to having her naked in a hotel room in Vegas as we plan our nuptials.

I realize the nuptials are for show, but there’s still something in the back of my mind that makes me wonder if I could somehow win her over and make her see that we were always meant to be.

My cock has been doing a lot of the heavy lifting for me, that’s for sure. And watching her come as she rides on top of me is some sort of dream come to life. She’s so fucking gorgeous, and she’s all fucking mine.

Except…she’s not. It’s a painful reminder.

I should tell her how I’ve always felt. Sometimes it’s right there on the tip of my tongue, but then I worry she’s going to run, and I swallow down those words instead.

I don’t know if I could handle it if she ran.

“We need to meet Asher in a half hour,” I say absently as I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her. I’m still naked, and I know she is under that blanket, too. My dick wants to play some more, but she could probably use a break.

“I’m hungry,” she says, leaning back into me. It’s comfortable here, as if we were always meant to stand just like this.

“So am I. And thirsty.”

She tilts her chin up, and I press a kiss to her lips. I keep it light and simple even though every urge in my body is telling me to deepen it.

I pull away first, and we both stare out the window for a few seconds.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Hell’s Kitchen,” she says. “My mom and I used to watch that show back when I was in high school, and she would get so uptight about the language.”

He chuckles.

“But I always loved the drama and the dynamics. I always wanted to eat at one of his restaurants and order all the delicious food they cook on the show.”

“Let’s plan another trip and make sure that place is on the agenda,” I say. I’d suggest changing the place we’re meeting Asher for lunch, but I’m guessing he’s already on his way.

I hunt for my clothes, and she follows suit. We chat as we get dressed.

“Is there anything else you want to do while we’re in town?” I ask.

“Let’s see a show. Maybe go to a club. Do it up Vegas style,” she says.

I nod. I didn’t bring club clothes, but we’ll worry about that later.

We head down to the restaurant in the hotel that Asher said he’d meet us at, and his wife, Desi, is with him.

I eye Asher’s shirt, not surprised he’s wearing a button-down, probably designer, shirt with a cat wearing a cowboy hat on it. I chuckle as I greet them both with hugs and introduce Sophie to them, and then we head inside.

“We’re thinking of seeing a show tonight. Do you have any nearby recommendations?” I ask.

Desi names off a few, and I search them on my phone. I find one with some tickets still available, and I flash my screen at Sophie. She nods, and she glances at Asher and Desi. “Would you two like to join us?”

“We’d love to, but we’re already committed to dinner plans with my mom and dad.” Desi makes a face. “Next time you’re in town, maybe?”

Sophie nods. “Definitely.”

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