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I wince. “Dad.”

He laughs as we head down the hall. “Would it be cooler to tell you I’d still burn down the world for her?”

“Yes, much cooler.”

“But nowhere near as fun.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Victory

“Do we really have to say goodbye?” Wells asks, hugging me tighter.

We were having such a good time with his family, we stayed for a while. When we finally left, I would have had to go straight to the ferry. We weren’t ready to say goodbye, so I decided to take a later one. We went for a walk on the beach and then had lunch at Trista’s, a cute café in town. Now we’re on the dock by the ferry, and we’ve been trying to say goodbye for ten minutes.

I tip my face up, struggling to ignore the ache in my chest. “Let’s not—”

“Cool.” He takes a step toward the parking lot.

“Wells.” Everything he does tempts me to stay, but I’ve already missed too much work. “I have to go back.”

He groans and wraps me in his arms again. “Then I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Between filling you up with happiness and fucking you senseless, you’re going to find it difficult to concentrate on anything but us.”

God, I’m going to miss him. “What ever will I do?”

“Stay.” He kisses me. “I’m kidding. I know you have to go.”

“I do, but we don’t have to say goodbye. We can say, until Wednesday for our walkabout.”

“I like that better. I got used to you being here.”

“Me too. Thank you for chasing me.”

His brows slant. “Is your memory slipping? I might have to rethink this age-gap thing.”

“Hey,” I complain.

“I can only assume you’ve forgotten that you showed up at my work and poured your beautiful heart out in front of dozens of people. That makes you the chaser and me the sought-after extremely handsome and, if I may say so myself, insanely charming chasee.”

“Yes, but that was after you chased me, and my thank-you was sincere. If you hadn’t chased me, I would never have stepped out of my comfortable little box and chased you.”

He threads his fingers into the ends of my hair, tugging gently, and his voice turns seductive. “I’d like to step into your box.”

We made love every chance we got while I’ve been here, and still a thrill skitters through me. “Then I guess you’ll need to come to the city. Now kiss me before I miss my ferry.”

He makes no move to kiss me.

“Is something wrong?”

“No. I’m waiting for you to miss your ferry.”

I love how much he wants me, and I love how much I want him, but if I don’t force myself to leave, it’s just going to be harder after spending more time in his arms. “You’re making this very hard.”

He cocks a grin.