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“Bob.”

“Ramona.”

Her eyes narrowed and I waited.

She lasted about two seconds before moving closer again.

This time I didn’t immediately kiss her. I brushed my thumb over her cheek and looked at her.

“What?” she whispered.

“Nothing.”

“You’re staring.”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because I can.”

Her smile came slowly. “You’ve gotten smoother with age, Ashland.”

I groaned.

She laughed again.

“Don’t fucking call me that while I’m trying to kiss you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m gonna start thinking about Clint.”

That killed her laughter immediately. “Oh, God.”

“Exactly.”

“I take it back.”

“Thank fuck.”

“Bob. Bobby. Bobert.”

Laughter erupted between us, and I pressed her against me. “Let’s just stick with Bob, doll. I think we can leave Bobert out of this.”

She rolled her eyes. “Just trying to banish any thought of Clint out of this room.”

I kissed her before she could say anything else. Ramona smiled against my mouth for half a second before kissing me back.

This one wasn’t frantic. It was slower than the last one but no less heated.

My hand stayed at her waist. Hers rested against my chest.

I could’ve stayed there a long fucking time.

Unfortunately, my body had other ideas.

Fatigue hit me fast. One second I was kissing Ramona and thinking about how much I liked having her in my bed. The next, my muscles felt heavy and my breathing was a little too hard for a man who hadn’t done anything but kiss a woman.