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The ballbuster?

Hank

That’s the one.

Wren

I gotta meet this girl. She sounds great.

Hank

She is. She’s got this thing for red Chuck Taylors… Wears ‘em with everything. It’s kind of my favorite.

Wren

She’s got amazing taste.

Hank

She’s got this really great laugh too. Sexy as hell.

Wren

Is it?

Hank

Yep.

Wren

Thanks, Hank.

Hank

Anytime, gorgeous. See you at seven.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

wrenley

Finn greetsme with a huge grin when she opens the back door into the kitchen at Timber’s Treats. I glance at my watch, making sure I’m good on time. It’s a quarter to six, and I didn’t get much sleep last night, but I don’t feel tired. Quite the opposite, actually. I feel alive in a way I can’t describe.

After Hank left, I shot off a text to Finnley, asking if she could meet me here early. I want to grab coffee and donut holes, and Nat’s are Hank’s favorites. When she questioned me, I told her I would explain everything in the morning, and since she’s working the opening shift, she was able to bake up a fresh batch.

She eyes me now from across the silver, metal workbench separating us as she stirs the icing for the still-warm pastries. The coffee she had ready for me is warming my hands through the paper cup, and I’m grateful for something to do with my hands.

“Sooo,” she says with another grin. “Tell me how last night went and why you’re up so early on a Monday morning.”

“It was nice. He brought soup.”

“Just nice?”

“Verynice?” My cheeks heat.

She gives me a look. “Care to elaborate?”

“Considering how it could have gone,very niceis actually perfect.”

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