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I sip the wine. Watch him plate the food. Watch the way his muscles flex under the apron. Watch the way he moves like he owns the kitchen—and me.

He absolutely owns both.

By the end of dinner, I’m no longer hungry for food. “You’re killing me, Mr. West,” I murmur, letting my eyes drift over his chest and arms like a caress.

He leans forward staring into my eyes. “That’s the plan, Mrs. West.” I lick chocolate off my spoon. Slowly. Deliberately. His jaw tightens. “Babe…” he warns.

“Yes?” I ask innocently.

He stands, comes around the table, and lifts me effortlessly. “Time for dessert,” he growls.

“Thought I just had it.” I tease.

His eyes are molten as they look into mine. “You did. Now it’s my turn.”

He carries me into the bedroom. My clothing is quickly removed. His boxer briefs hit the floor. We don’t make it to the bed. My feet settle on the floor as my back presses to the wall. He drops before me and my knee wraps around his neck while his hands grip my hips. My hands fist his hair and within moments, I’m screaming his name.

Later, tangled in sheets, he kisses my forehead. “You’re gonna win, Rox. No matter what Danica throws at you.”

I smile sleepily. “With you in my corner? I’m unstoppable.”

He pulls me closer. “I aways have been. I always will be.”

For the first time all week… I believe it.

CHAPTER 15

THE BACHELORETTE PARTY

ROXY

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The weekend of Bree’s bachelorette party, the text arrives at exactly 4:01PM.

Mari Lynn

We just landed. Be ready at 7. No excuses.

Wear something slutty.

Oh, Knox is hanging with Chase and we’re crashing at your place tonight.

Change the sheets in the spare room.

Which is both ominous and deeply on-brand.

I stare at it, sip my iced coffee, and sigh. “Why do I feel like tonight’s going to end with someone getting kicked out of a bar?”

Chase looks up from where he’s balancing invoices at the kitchen table. “Because you know your friends?”

“Because I know my friends.” I toss my phone down. “It’s Mari Lynn. When we’re together, it’s never a quiet night. You and Knox just going to hang here?”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Want me to hide your keys? And whatever he wants to do.”

I nod. “Of course, y’all are our emergency pickup. And cool.”

He laughs. “Great. Between the two of us, we have bail money. We’ll keep our phones on.”

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