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Home.
I’ve lived in the apartment for more than a year, but it has never felt like that. Never. It was a place for me to rest, sleep, cook, and eat. Nothing more, nothing less.
But now, everything’s different because of Parker.
I’m actually looking forward to going home to him every day.
Our wedding a year ago was intimate. We had a couple of people to witness the ceremony, and it was a fun-filled reception. Parker knew a lot of people in the wedding industry, so we didn’t even need to hire an event organizer.
Thor was there, of course. He was the ring bearer, and all our guests howled in laughter as he trotted down the aisle, loving all eyes on him. Sadly, though, his owner took him back. Parker was heartbroken because he’d been a huge part of our love story.
We planned to rescue a pet, but for some reason, I simply asked my sister to bring Fifi to us. So far, Parker loves her.
So I guess it’s not that much of a surprise to hear them ‘talking’ when I step inside.
“Hot stuff!” Fifi chirps.
My head whirls to Parker, who stands from his desk and ambles to me. “What have you been teaching her?”
He raises both palms and widens his eyes. “What? Nothing. Fifi’s just observant.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Fifi’s a good girl, and she simply says what she sees.”
“Fifi mimics what we tell her.”
“Oh? Hmm.” He walks over to Fifi and pets her head gently. “Good girl.”
“Hot stuff!”
“So you’re still gonna deny teaching her anything?” I move to them, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
Fifi turns her head to me, flaps her wings, and says, “Goodbye!”
I peer closer at her. “I’m gonna return you to my sister.”
“Goodbye!”
Straightening my spine, I face a grinning Parker. “I hate you.”
His smile only gets wider. “No, you don’t.”
“I do.”
“Nope.”
Without warning, he sweeps me into his arms and brings me to the kitchen countertop, settling me on top of it. “Tell me you hate me, Piper.”
His voice turns gravelly and hoarse, and I smirk. “I hate?—”
The rest of my words are drowned out by his kiss. What I like to call the “welcome home” kiss. The kind of kiss that has my toe-curling and makes me forget about the day’s stresses.
God, I love this guy. I can convince myself that I hated him when we first met, but I didn’t. Not really. Did he get under my skin? Yep. But maybe, maybe it was entirely something else. Just as intense, but the complete opposite of hatred.
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
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