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“Guys.” Kurt pounded on the door. “First, I could hear you. Both of you. I don’t mind a good show, but this isn’t the time or place, and I don’t want to hear it. Second, I’m glad you got this sorted. It’s nice to see you, er, hear you, happy, but people can hear you all up and down the block. Third, you have clients here. Get your butt in gear.”

Jimmy chuckled and kissed her. “Well, I guess we’re totally legit.”

“We are.” She stroked his back. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” He kissed her again. “So much. Never leave me.”

“I work for you, and I guess I’m moving in with you, so it’ll be hard not to be around you.”

“True.”

The gravelly tone of his voice sent shivers down her spine. “You’d better get to work. We have forever to do this and a big bed at your house to use.”

“We do.” He kissed her a third time, then pulled out. “Although I would love to keep you just like that on my desk, I can’t. I share my desk with Kurt. Still, I’m lucky to be with you. So lucky.”

She sat up and held his hand. “The feeling’s mutual.” She considered herself the luckiest girl in the world to have such a handsome knight in stunning ink.

“You make me want to stay.” He stuffed himself into his pants. “Babe.”

“Go. The faster we get through the day, the faster we get home to do what we want,” she said. “I’m all yours.”

“You are.” He composed himself and grinned. “My love.”

“I am.” When he left the room, she sighed. Maybe the spell and true love weren’t bullshit after all. She had the man of her dreams and his love.

What a lucky girl, indeed.

Epilogue

Karey joined Jimmy at the table and fiddled with her glass of soda. In the last month, she’d moved her things to his home. The stability and safety were nice but having him to wrap up in was the best. He knew how to hold, kiss and touch her to make her come apart. He’d become her partner and lover, as well as dear friend.

She hadn’t planned on spending Monday night at a restaurant, but the moment Sarah called saying she needed to talk, Karey took heed. She appreciated her friendship with Mandy and the other women and wanted them to be happy.

Her stomach growled. The pickle spears were tasty, but she wanted more than an appetizer. She’d rather be home nibbling on Jimmy. At least he’d come with her to the pizza shop. If Sarah wanted to chew her out -- God only knew why she might -- then Karey wasn’t alone.

“Where are they?” Jimmy asked, then sipped his ginger ale. “Sarah and who?”

“Mandy.” She fidgeted. “I guess Mandy tossed in a name. I didn’t see it, but she says she did.”

“Kurt said she did it a month ago.” He nibbled on a fried pickle spear. “And he turned out to be a bust.”

“That guy was. I mean, she did pick up someone at the football game, and he wasn’t interested in anything besides notching his belt.” She sighed. “I don’t know what this is all about, though. I just show up when they scream.”

“Probably smart.” Jimmy draped his arm around her. “I think I see them.”

“They’re here.” She sat up straighter. “Hi.”

Sarah gestured to Mandy. “Hi,” Sarah said. “How are you? Moved all in?”

“I am.” She shifted in her seat. The sarcasm in Sarah’s voice annoyed her, but she wished Sarah could find a good guy, too. “What’s up? You called this meeting.”

Sarah folded her hands on the table, but Mandy spoke.

“It worked?” Mandy asked. “You have Jimmy and it’s for real?”

Jimmy rubbed Karey’s shoulder and said nothing.

“I threw his name in, yes, and we’re really together,” Karey said. “Did you toss a name in?”

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