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“I do my best.” I grin.

“Yeah, so. No appointments today. Got the whole day off.”

“Vinn has one. I saw it on the books.” Sundays are appointment only at Sick Boyz. And the boys do their best to not make any appointments. But even if there’s just one, I have to be there to run the front desk.

“I already told him he’s got to work alone today.”

I raise my eyebrows. “What did he say?”

“What the fuck could he say? You’re mine now and if I say you get a day off, you get a day off.”

“Thanks,” I say. “I didn’t want to go in.”

“Good.” He unleashes one of his most charming Vann Vaughn smiles on me.

“Why? Do we have plans today?”

He shrugs. “Coffee?”

“That goes without saying.” I laugh. “Anything else?”

“Well.” He looks around his room. “I was thinking I’d empty a drawer for you.”

“What?”

“So you can put some cute skirts and knee socks in there.”

“I literally live a hundred feet away.”

“Yeah but…” He grins again. “I was thinking… I might handcuff you to the headboard and not let you go back there.”

“Oh, really?”

“Makes sense to me. And I’ve already told my dad that you’re not paying rent anymore.”

“What? When? How the hell? We’ve been awake for like ten minutes. When did all these convos take place?”

“You’ve been awake for ten minutes. I’ve already eaten breakfast, helped my grandpa pick an outfit for his big date this afternoon with Widow Carlisle, and had the two aforementioned convos with the old man and Vinn.”

“What freaking time is it?”

“Nineish.”

“What time did you wake up?”

“Mm. Five?”

“Jesus Christ, Vann. What’s wrong with you? Was it me? Did I hog the bed? Steal your covers?”

“No. I always get up early.”

“Why?”

He laughs. “Because… because…” He looks down. And is that a blush?

“Because why?”

“I spy on you. Not look through your windows or anything. Just… you know. I want to be there when you come down.”