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I let out a cackle, shaking my head. “You’re sniffing my nursing bras? You’re so weird.”

“I sniff your panties, too, sometimes,” he says, his voice low and sexy.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. “I already knew that. I caught you once. Remember?”

“You should’ve knocked.”

I was looking for Liam’s pacifier when I entered Hunter’s bedroom without knocking. The shock that I felt when I caught him with his nose buried into my underwear. I’ll never forget his lazy smile when he lowered my panties from his face. All he gave me was a shrug. Not a stitch of embarrassment flickered in his eyes. “Did you need something?” he’d asked, standing tall with his erection pitching a tent in his pants. Flustered, I shook my head and scampered out of his bedroom.

“And maybe you shouldn’t have had my panties in your bedroom.”

“You left them there, so …” I can just about see him shrugging, giving zero fucks that I walked in on him about to masturbate with my panties.

“What do you want?” I sigh, pretending to be exasperated.

Hunter’s laughter fills the car, making me smile even harder. “I’m about to leave the restaurant. Did you need me to pick up something for dinner?”

“Nope. I beat you to it. Tonight’s your lucky night because I’m cooking us dinner.”

“Look at you. Cooking for a chef like me.”

I roll my eyes. “Seriously, though, it may not be great. I’m trying something new.” I really hope it doesn’t suck. Maybe I should go for something easier like spaghetti or baked chicken.

No. Forget that. I’m going for it.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. You want me to help?”

“As tempting as that sounds, I’m going to say no. Let’s see how I do. And be honest.”

“I’m always honest about your cooking.”

I snort. “No, you’re not.” There is no way. I’ve had a couple of epic kitchen failures and if I were one of his chefs, he would’ve thrown his plate in the trash and told me to do better.

“You can really cook. I’ve taught you well.”

I roll my eyes, letting out a sigh. “Of course you would take the credit.”

“I’m cocky like that. Remember?”

“Yeah, I know. You remind me every day.”

“You like it,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“I plead the fifth.” I squirm a little in my seat. Does he have to sound so sexy?

“Now see, I’m wearing you down.”

“How so?” I’m grinning ear to ear now.

“You used to say you didn’t like my cockiness. But now you’re pleading the fifth.”

I’m glad he can’t see my face right now because it’s the image of swooning. Lock it away, Yas.

“By the way, you look hot as fuck with your hair like that.”

My brows dip in confusion. “How did you … ?”

“Aria posted it on her Instagram. And I quote, ‘My best friend is hotter than yours.’”