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It’s just me and Robbie now.

His hand slips into mine and he pulls me until I’m standing between his thick legs. His fingers graze my jawline and he tilts my flushed face his way. His touch is gentle, yet demanding, and I love it so much.

“Hi,” he says once our eyes connect.

“Hi,” I whisper.

“Did you really think I was here with another girl?”

“I…I didn’t know what to think, Robbie. We haven’t exactly talked about seeing other people while we’re doing whatever it is we’re doing. All we’ve discussed is the plan.”

“Do you think I’m the kind of man to have multiple women in my bed at a time?”

“Did you just ask me if I think you’re the kind of man to do threesomes? Because those are so out of the question.”

He laughs and tugs me closer. His hands are on my hips, and the spots where he’s touching me are on fire. “No, not at once—unless that rule can be twisted a bit.”

I glare at him as he laughs.

“No, I don’t think that about you. I was just…confused. I had no idea Denver would march over here like she did. I’m sorry about that.”

He lifts a heavy shoulder. “It’s no big deal. I’d probably have done the same thing if I saw you with another guy.”

“Yeah? You a jealous guy?”

“Not at all, which makes me want to start asking myself a lot of questions, but I’ll leave those for later. Right now I want to know if you’re stalking me. I mean, first the shoe store, and now Lola’s again.” He tsks and shakes his head. “I can’t seem to escape you, Monty.”

“Oh, please. Like you’d want to.”

“You’re not wrong.” His hands tighten, not enough to hurt, just as his tongue rolls over his lips, wetting them with an inviting glisten. “I’m glad you’re here, stalking and all.”

“I’m glad I’m here too.”

“I’m sorry you thought you had something to worry about with Zoe. She’s just a good friend, I promise.”

His eyes plead with me to believe him, but there’s no pleading needed.

“I believe you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Good. I was worried I’d messed this up before we even got started.”

“Oh, we haven’t started yet?”

“Baby, what you’ve been getting isjustthe beginning.”

I laugh and push away from him, walking around to take the seat Zoe was previously occupying.

“So, if you’re not following me, whatdoesbring you here?”

“You, actually.”

He raises a brow and signals to the bartender without looking away from me. “Color me intrigued.”

“Denny was complaining that we text too much. She also thinks you’re playing me.”

“Sothat’swhy I’m getting slapped.”

“Yes. She’s insane. Ignore her.”

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