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She winked on her way out the door. “Same thing. Bye.”
“Bye. Love you. Text me if you hear anything super outrageous.”
“Love you, too. You’ll be the first call.” She saluted and shut the door behind her.
The apartment fell quiet. I stood at the counter in my oversized T-shirt, wishing it was one of Marc’s, with my cold coffee, warm face, and sent him one last text before I had to go be a functional adult.
DELANEY
Our dinner last night is up for town debate. Mrs. Crawford strikes again. Did you see the town socials?
MARC
Hold on. Just finished with an appointment.
MARC
DELANEY
I have sex hair. Everyone will know.
MARC
Is that a problem?
I thought about it. Actually thought about it—the town talking, the gossip chain activating, Mrs. Crawford’s blurry surveillance photo making the rounds.
DELANEY
No. Unless it’s a problem for you.
MARC
Not in the least.
DELANEY
Okay good. Glad that’s settled.
MARC
Need to get ready for my next patient. Talk later?
Jesus, he really was the holy grail. He didn’t make me wait two days. He didn’t play it cool or leave me wondering. He just—checked in. Like I mattered. Like last night had meant something, and he wanted me to know.
DELANEY
Yeah
I set the screen face down on the counter and stood there in the quiet for a second, my goofy grin doing whatever it wanted to do with my face.
Four orgasms and he still hadn’t let me return the favor. The man was either a saint or running a very long game.
Either way, I was fucked.
Chapter Twenty-One
MARC
