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“You can leave whenever you want. We’ll come back, grab our shit, and go home.”

She jerked my hand and squeezed.

“Honey, I know.”

Honey.

Christ. She’d said it before, both full of sarcasm and when she was being sweet. But right then it hit different.

“You seem calm,” I noted.

Too calm. She was seeing her not-so-dead mother for the first time in two decades. She’d already had a rough morning and locked herself inside her head.

“That’s because I am.”

“Nebraska—”

“Are you going to leave my side?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then there you go. Why I’m calm.”

Jesus, fuck me.

I yanked her hand, pulled her to my chest, slid my other hand from her neck up to her cheek, and tilted her head back so I could catch her eyes.

Christ, so fucking pretty.

No question, I was falling, and fast.

I know.

It was just that right then I wasn’t sure there was much further to fall.

And she should know that.

With a brush of my lips, followed by a touch of my tongue, her lips parted with a mewl. A sweet invitation made sweeter when she pressed closer and swept her tongue against mine. With bad timing, the elevator stopped and the door opened.

When we broke apart Cash was standing there grinning like an idiot.

So it wasn’t bad timing, it was the worst timing.

My friend opened his mouth but Nebraska got there first.

“I recently learned you’re impervious to name-calling. As much fun as I think it would be to test that, I’m in a hurry. So if you make a wisecrack I’ll be forced to use physical violence.”

“KK has a big mouth,” he grunted.

“No, she was sharing with a sister the best way to stop you from being annoying.”

Sister?

How long were we gone?

Cash’s gaze snapped to mine, his eyes dancing with humor, which was never a good thing. He declared, “With her in tight with KK, you’re fucked.”

He wasn’t wrong. And if I was lucky I’d never get unfucked.

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