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“We’re serious,” Poet said. “The moment you told us you quit the restaurant, we went out and got boxes. You don’t have that much stuff, so we’ll send it to you in a few days.”
“Oh.” I frowned. “That seems anti-climactic.”
Salem still hadn’t said anything.
“Salem?” I pressed.
“I’m here,” she croaked.
“Are you . . . okay with my decision?”
She fell silent for a moment and then said, “Selfishly, no. I’m not okay with it. Unselfishly, I understand completely.”
“You’re not mad at me?”
“Why would I be mad at you? We all knew this place wasn’t for you. It was only a matter of time . . .”
There was silence again and then Poet asked, “So what’s the good news?”
“Yeah, and is it dirty?” Wyn teased.
I laughed. “Positively filthy.”
“I’m sat,” Wyn said. “With bubbly. Tell us everything.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
The Ranch
* * *
“Hey, come here, I want to show you something,” Declan said, taking my hand and leading me to his bedroom.
“Seriously, can you feed me first? I need protein for energy before we?—”
Declan laughed. “I’m not showing you my dick. I want to show you this . . .” He gestured to his dresser.
“What about it?” I asked in confusion.
“Open the top drawer.”
I opened the top drawer to find it empty. “There are no clothes in here.”
“No, there are not.”
I looked at him and then the drawer. “Oh . . .”
“Yeah. That’s for you. Your underwear, some socks. You know, so you don’t have to do the walk of shame back to the main house in soiled undies.”
My cheeks heated. “Soiled undies?”
He leaned forward and brushed his lips across my ear. “From my cum dripping out of you.”
I gripped his arm and swayed. “Declan!”
“I love it, Hadley,” he said, wrapping another arm around me. “I love looking at you and knowing that.”
“I need to sit down,” I murmured.
