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“Best sex of my life and I know it’s only going to get better,” Tyson agrees.

“If it doesn’t, I’m happy with the sex we have now.”

He chuckles and starts to rub my back in soothing circles. “Get some sleep because you’re going to need it.”

“I feel boneless after that. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk even after a full night of sleep. Let alone go to work.”

“We can always stay home and spend the day in bed,” he murmurs tiredly.

“We can do that this weekend. You can’t miss the day after you get a promotion.” I snuggle deeper into his arms.

“You’re so sensible,” he grumbles, kissing the top of my head.

As I’m falling asleep, I swear I hear him say something that sounds a lot like the best night of my life.

16

Tyson

Sadie huffsand blows a lock of hair off her face. When she hears my chuckle, she glares over the box she’s carrying at me.

“You didn’t have to help. I could have packed up and moved everything,” I say around the three boxes stacked in my arms.

Even though I’ve been so tired over the past week, I’ve done nothing but eat, sleep, and work.

Last night I fell asleep almost immediately after dinner. I saw the worry on Sadie’s face when she woke me and urged me to go up to bed.

“I know I didn’t have to help, but I wanted to. The faster this is done, the faster we can do other things,” she smiles slyly over at me.

It has been more than twenty-four hours since I’ve made her fall apart underneath me, and my Sadie is jonesing for her next fix.

“We can leave the rest in our cars and come back for it later if you want,” I suggest as we make our way around my SUV.

“That’s very tempting,” she stops walking to peek at me from behind her box. “I’m not sure I’m going to be willing to let you out of bed for the rest of the day so…” she nods to herself. “We should probably finish taking your stuff inside. It’s not that much.”

No, it wasn’t. I had very little and donated most of my furniture, so I only had my clothes, books, and computer equipment. All of my toiletries had migrated over to Sadie’s in the past month with at least half of my clothing.

“Who’s the boy toy?” A whiny female voice asks from somewhere in front of us.

Sadie jumps and pales in the same moment. Her hands grip the box she’s holding in a death grip. “Fuck,” she swears under her breath.

“Sadie?” I ask, worried by her reaction.

“It’s my mother,” she grumbles and then stalks off toward the front of her house.

This should be interesting. From what Sadie had told me, she rarely spoke to her mother, and her mother didn’t know where she lived. Until now.

Setting the box down on the sidewalk, Sadie puts a hand on her hip prepared for battle. “How’d you find out where I live?”

The woman sitting on the top step of the front porch sneers at her daughter. Her hair is scraggly and completely gray, her face all wrinkled and leathery. She looks nothing like the woman I’ve come to love.

Love?!

If I was honest, I knew that I had loved Sadie for some time now, but I hadn’t admitted it to myself. Afraid that if I did, then I wouldn’t be able to keep it to myself and Sadie would run for the hills.

“Your husband told me,” she answers and then cackles to herself.

“Ex-husband and you know it. Don’t start shit, Mom,” Sadie says exasperatedly.

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