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“Words are important, aren’t they?”
“Yeah baby, they are.”
“I haven’t heard those words very much in my life.” She licks her lips, the layer of moisture in her
eyes making them gleam under the fluorescent lights.
“I’ll make sure you hear them all the time. Multiple times a day. So often that you’re sick of me
saying them.”
She drops her forehead to mine. “I won’t ever get sick of them.”
“And me? Will you ever get sick of me?”
She laughs softly. “No, I won’t ever get sick of you.” She leans back, eyes locking with mine. “I
love you, Zach. Big time. Bigger than anything I ever imagined.”
Her next words are cut off by hysterical laughter coming from my brothers. She looks back at
them, specifically at Colt rolling around on the floor, clutching his balls, while Declan holds the tiny
dog with the big tongue. I think that furry little fucker is laughing. There’s definitely a story there.
Maya shakes her head at the commotion, turns back to me, and quirks her brow. “What do you say
we head home? Maybe we can park the car in the garage.” It takes me a second, only a second, then
I’m right there with her.
“Fuck yes. Let’s go. Right now. Come on.” I help her climb to her feet, but she’s too busy giggling
to help me. Finally, I just pick her up and set her on her feet. I take her hand and tug her toward the
doors, stopping briefly to grab the lint roller.
“Where you going? Zach? Zachie? Can I come?”
I shoot Nick a glare over my shoulder, which cracks him up. Now all my brothers are watching us
leave, waving with stupid grins on their faces. “Idiots,” I grumble.
I come to an abrupt stop at the doors as the woman from earlier stands in our path. I give her a
nod. I take the lint roller and carefully press it into her hand. “This is for you.”
She looks down at it back at me. Her lips quirk, and she bows slightly, which should look
awkward as hell, but somehow, coming from her, looks completely natural. “Thank you. Much
appreciated, kind sir.”
I smile, because she’s weird, and I’m coming to like weird, then slide past her and out the door.
“Zach,” Maya murmurs, a grin on her face. “You gave her your lint roller. That’s big of you. How
will you cope without it?”
