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But Hudson “Tank” Jackson isn’t just some assignment.
He’s not just some temporary distraction.
This man?
This mountain of a man, with his strong yet gentle hands, and his sometimes cocky, other times shy smile, with his heart in his eyes and pie on his lips?
He’s not the Tank I thought I knew.
And he’s starting to feel like something different from a weekend distraction.
He’s starting to feel like my future.
And I have no idea what I’m going to do about that.
CHAPTER 15-TANK
Last night wasthe best night of my life.
Hands down. No contest.
After the whipped cream shenanigans, we barely made it to the shower before round two.
Then came dinner—again.
Her pies were actually that good—pumpkin, pecan, apple, and my personal favorite,her.
We tried watching a movie, but five minutes in, she climbed into my lap like she belonged there and made me forget every scene.
Hell, she could've asked me to recite Shakespeare with a turkey baster in my hand, and I’d have done it if she kept kissing me like that.
But this morning?
This morning, I can feel her slipping.
Dani’s across the room now, fully dressed, hunched over her laptop at the makeshift desk we set up by the window.
She’s got her headphones on and a tight frown on her face as she edits clips from yesterday.
Her “professional mode” is back with a vengeance.
And just like that, we’re roommates again.
Not lovers.
Not even friends, apparently.
I try not to let it get to me.
But it does.
Because I want her.
And not just for a weekend.
“You okay?” I ask, keeping my voice casual as I bring her a mug of that cinnamon coffee she likes.
She startles a bit—didn’t even hear me come over—and gives me a brief smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes.
