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“No, but it’s good enough for now.”

“Amen to that,” he said, and she tossed him a pillow.

“Happy first night in Los Angeles,” Sloane said a few minutes later, when they were both in bed. “I’d welcome you properly, but I’m afraid I’d fall asleep in the middle.”

“I’m insulted,” Max said, lying on his side with his face half-squashed in the pillow. His eyes were closed. “I’m moving back right now.”

Sloane scoffed. “You’re not even getting out of bed.”

“Fine,” Max said. “You got me. I’ll stay.” He groped for a second under the blanket, then took her hand and lifted it to his lips, all without opening his eyes. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Sloane said, kissed his knuckles, and drifted off to sleep.

The End