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And instead, focus on the other thing she said.

My baby has my lips.

“Better than my nose, I think.” Not that I’d pass down the way it had been broken a couple of times from football and the most recent a few years back breaking up a college fight.

She hums and hands me the bottle before placing a kiss on Remi’s forehead. “Good night, sweet girl,” she murmurs and is almost to the door when she turns back and adds, “Night, Sheriff.”

The two words are practically a purr, a sultry cadence she delivers with the twitch of her lips.

“Just Jensen. Or Kade,” I manage but it sounds gravelly, and her eyes sparkle in response.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Biting back a growl, I dip my head to her. “Good night, Miss Hart.”

NESSA

My hands are practically shakingas I close the door to my room. The lock doesn’t make a sound, but I don’t know if that’s because it is actually that quiet or if the blood pumping in my ears has drowned it out.

The adrenaline is wearing off and I can feel the inevitable crash coming on. Grabbing my pajamas and toiletry bag, I head for the bathroom, begrudgingly sticking to my nighttime routine even though it’s the last thing I want to do.

Being thankful tomorrow doesn’t make it suck any less right now.

Zipping up my bag, I turn off the light and open the door, stopping short before running straight into Jensen as he passes.

“Sorry about that,” he says, taking a step away and shoving his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. My pajamas aren’t anything fancy, just shorts and a matching long-sleeve shirt, but I don’t miss how Jensen’s gaze lingers on my legs before returning to my face.

Holy shit, he’s hot.

“She went down already?”

“She must’ve been tired,” he says and then nods to me. “I imagine you both are.”

“I am but I’m also hoping to do a quick workout in the morning before I go to the university.”

“Make sure you use the shed if you’d like.”

“Thanks.” I smile, my fingers tightening around my bag as I stand there awkwardly. I hadn’t decided whether I was brave enough to venture into his home gym, but he’d texted me the code to get in earlier anyway.

Just in case.

Even though I hadn’t agreed to stay more than just tonight.

It seemed like a big leap of faith to offer it to me so freely.

Maybe he thought it was a good incentive and he wouldn’t be wrong. But would I be able to be here with him every day in this house and not fall into bed with him?

He’d get hurt—maybe we both would.

But Jensen Kade is all the things I run from—he’s promises and lazy Sunday mornings, and I’ve never been the forever kind of girl.

And I’m not staying in Blackstone Falls, so what’s the point in things getting messy?

Plus, I wasn’t lying when I told Jensen that he’d have a line of available women on his doorstep once word got around that he has a daughter.

I ignore the spike of jealousy at the thought because it’s none of my business, and honestly, heshouldbe lettin’ the ladies fawn all over him.

“I can’t even tell her about her mom, Nessa. What kind of man am I if I can’t even tell my daughter about her mom?”