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Every time one of our nights comes to an end, I wish there were some way I could bring her back with me. The feel of her against me is a comfort I don’t want to relinquish. Verity is a craving I can’t ignore. But, too soon, the car arrives and I know I have to let her go once again.

“Is that the car?” She points to the black vehicle slowing at the corner, with its hazards on.

“Yeah.”

“You going to let go of me?”

“Probably not.”

Her twinkling laugh only makes this harder, and I can’t resist dropping a kiss on the crown of her head.

She spins out of my arms, gracing me with one of her sweet smiles.

“Thank you, again. This was the perfect way to end my night.”

“I wouldn’t call it perfect yet.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because it didn’t end with a goodnight kiss,” I tease with a smirk.

“Nuh-uh, you know the rule.” She gives me a cheeky grin before she opens the door and hops into the car.

“Verity.”

She stops just shy of shutting the door, wedging it back open.

“Yeah?”

“One more date, then those lips are mine.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

VERITY

“Verity, did you double-check that the florist is still set to arrive at eleven tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

Even though it’s not my job, but Celine won’t hire any assistants except her own.

“Okay, good. Good.”

Jenna paces back and forth, nibbling on the corner of her thumb. I’m surprised she hasn’t turned the thing into a stump at this point.

The Kelton event is tomorrow night, and we’ve gotten no sleep all week. I’ve probably been home a grand total of twenty hours, all of which I’ve spent passed out in bed. It’s times like these that I miss being an hourly employee because the work I’m putting in and the pay I’m getting out do not add up.

“And all the goodie bags are packed?”

“Yup.”

“With the gold ribbon, not the one that came out a little bronze?”

“The gold one.”

“Perfect.” She twirls around and gives me a small smile. “I think it’s looking good.”

We’ve only set up the bare bones today, but itiscoming along nicely. Seeing our logo gleaming in gold metal on the black stonedoes make me feel good about myself even though I’d looked at forty thousand fonts before sayingscrew itand just creating my own custom one for Mr. Kelton—which, I admit, ended up being the best.

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