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God, I loved this bitch.

“That would be cool.”

She socked my arm.

I looked to Jessie.

She winked reassuringly at me.

Luna had blabbed.

I smiled at her.

Then I got to work.

SEVEN

IT CAME NATURAL

At 5:28, there was a knock on my door.

Not a buzz up from the gate.

A knock on my door.

This guy held wild magic.

But at least he didn’t just let himself in this time.

I rubbed my lip-glossed lips together nervously, because I played the field, I flirted, I dated, I enjoyed the sexual side of myself, and liked all that.

But I was twenty-seven.

I thought maybe I might want kids one day (that was a big maybe).

What I knew was that I wanted a partner, even a husband (though my wedding would not be traditional, just a ceremony somewhere cool and a big party afterward, then, of course, a fuck-a-thon honeymoon).

I wanted someone to spend time with, to share my life with, to make memories with, to create history with. Someone who got me. Someone who would help lighten the load of day-to-day responsibilities.

Someone who loved me.

I wasn’t immune to understanding that the carefree part of being my age was winding down, and I might need to start getting serious about finding that person.

And straight up, Cap had the hallmarks of all I would want in that person.

A brief, and far from exhaustive list: He was hot. He had a great laugh. Beautiful hands. Steady job. A protective streak. Didn’t play games about the fact he was into me. He liked Luna. And he had great taste in music and movies.

I mean, one word:Babe.

The guy had been in foster care and could pick up a two-hundred-pound man and toss him through the air, and he’d picked a sweet story about an orphaned pig who wanted to be a sheepdog as one of his favorite movies.

So, yeah.

I was nervous.

I was also nervous about the fact that, all day, I’d successfully ignored Clarice Davis’s visit, but Luna had texted fifteen minutes ago to share she’d taken a photo of her business card and she had set an appointment for us at ten in the a.m. on Monday.

I was leaning toward dropping that stuff altogether. It was getting way too weird.

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