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I nodded.

Hating it.

After she finished her assignments, I walked her out to her car, opened her door for her, as she asked, “You coming over?”

I shook my head, “Nah, gotta be up around four to get to work.”

She nodded.

Then she narrowed her gaze, “Stop and get a helmet tomorrow.”

I lifted my brow, “Is that right?”

She nodded, “Yeah, that’s right. A man was killed the other day while he was riding, and guess what they said?”

Before I could open my mouth to answer her, the answer I knew she was headed towards, she beat me to it.

“If he had a helmet on, it would have saved his life.”

And with that said, she leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the underside of my jaw, “See you later, honey.”

I winked.

Nola – Home. Night Xander.

Me – Night, baby.

Nola – Helmet.

Me – We’ll see.

Nola – No more brownies.

Me – You wouldn’t.

Nola – Really want to take that chance?

And yes... I stopped in the middle of my workday, the moment the store opened, and bought myself a helmet.

I put it on, took a picture, and sent it to her.

Me – Means that much to you, I’ll wear the damned thing.

Nola – It does. Thank you.

I shook my head.

This woman was going to be the death of me.

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She was going to further be the death of me when she was all I could think about when I needed to have my mind focused on the task at hand.

We had gotten word earlier today about a container shipment.

And when we got there, well, it was bad.

So bad, in fact, that a few brothers had puked.

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