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“But I’m the only one with a key.”

I frowned. That was true.

“It’s okay, I’m a grower.”

Rob laughed. “What the fuck? Where did that come from?”

“The more you get to know me, the more I grow on you,” Nigel said.

“Wow.” Rob shook his head. “Not what being a grower means, man.”

James laughed.

“I’m a grower in that way too,” Nigel said. “It’s a menace.”

He wasn’t kidding. Boy had trunk. And he kind of was a menace to society wielding that thing. I shook my head.Why the hell were we talking about Nigel’s penis right now? “Any last minute advice for me, guys?”

“About marriage?” James asked.

I nodded.

“Role playing,” Mason said.

James tilted his head to the side as he thought it over. “Yeah, that’s not bad advice. Or like…reenacting stuff from your past.”

I laughed. “You mean professor student stuff?” He did have a point. I liked reenacting things with Brooklyn. And her wearing my jersey this morning? Sexy as hell.

“Oh, Professor Hunter, harder,” Rob said in a high-pitched voice, mimicking Penny.

James elbowed him in the side.

“What? I’ve definitely overheard the two of you. It’s solid advice though. Also, if she secretly reads romance novels you’re a lucky man. Daphne is kinky as hell. I love bookworms. I’ll get Brooklyn a spicy romance book for Christmas.”

Okay then.These guys had the best marriages I knew of. Maybe role playing and spicy novels were the key to everything. Hell, Penny even wrote steamy books. Not that I was asking about how to keep the spark alive in the bedroom. We didn’t have any problems with that. I was asking for advice on how to have a great marriage. But I guess sex was a part of that. Figures my friends would just offer advice on that.

“It’s true love,” Tanner said. “You have nothing to worry about.”

Rob rolled his eyes. Probably just because Tanner said it. Hopefully not about the true love thing, because I happened to agree with Tanner on that.

“Thanks, Tanner.”

“We’re 99 percent sure of it,” Nigel clarified.

Well, I was 100 percent sure.

Chapter 39

Friday

Brooklyn

Matt knocked on the door again.

“Just one more minute,” I said. I knew it didn’t make any sense. My fresh start with my dad could begin any day. I just had this hope in my chest that it would be today. A clean slate. A new beginning. Today was the start of my future. Of my new forever.

He knocked again.

I knew I was making people wait out in the cold. I took a deep breath. I’d waited long enough. I pressed my lips together. My father wasn’t coming.

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