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“What about changing it?”

“Changing it?”

“Yeah, listen, I’m not sure if it’s possible, but you could always tag along with me for a week. Help me save raccoons from hysteric city folks’ garages. I know it’s not much, but—”

“You serious?”

Serious about making you laugh for a whole week? Smell your shampoo in my truck with every breath? Look into those blue eyes when they whisper my name riding my fat c—

“Of course I am.”

“God, that would be amazing.”

Amazing... indeed. Iwas screwed. Hopefully not literally

“Well, we have a work date then. Just let me know when and where you want me to get you, and it’s on. You and me...saving sewer rats and skunks.”

I grinned like a schoolboy. Her laugh was music to my ears. Music that caused a storm of happiness inside me. This woman still had a hold on me,even if I didn’t get to kiss that mouth again, to lay her head down on a soft pillow, to make slow sweet love,it would be fun hanging out with her.God, what was happening to me? Slow sweet love?

There was a brief silence when her laugh died down.

“Noah?” she asked in a soft voice, filled with appreciation.

“Yeah?”

“You’re a good guy. I’ll see you next week.”

My heart sank.Yeah. I’m the fucking best.