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“What?” I asked, soaking in her soft voice, how right she felt against me, knowing she was in my clothes and my arms.

“That I’m broke and you aren’t.”

I pulled back, cupping her face in my hands. “I don’t care about money. I never have. Yes, it makes life easier, but it isn’t what makes me rich. You are.”

She inhaled, eyes glimmering with emotion. “Ben.”

I shook my head once. “You’re more important to me than paper currency will ever be. As long as I have you, I have everything.”

“I see why I agreed to marry you,” she whispered.

Even as my heart constricted, I smiled. “You’ll keep the phone?”

She nodded. “Thank you for getting it for me.”

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to her forehead, letting them linger. “I put everyone’s numbers in there already.”

“Thank you, Benji.”

Her memory loss made it easier. Evaporating barriers that always existed between us and making it easier to get my way. Yes, I was taking advantage.

And yes, that made me a shitbag.

My phone went off.

She pulled out of my arms, gesturing with her chin to my pocket. “You should get that.”

Pointing at the hoodie, I instructed, “Put your arms in the sleeves,” then fished the phone out of my pocket to glance at the screen. Seeing who it was, I accepted the call. “Bro. What’s up?”

Prism’s voice filled my ear. “Are you coming to second swim and the gym?”

“Uhh…” I hedged, glancing briefly at Jess. “I’m busy.”

“Coach was asking about you this morning.”

I made a sound. “I’ll be at practice tomorrow.”

“He’s gonna shred you in the pool. You better come work out.”

I turned, eyes snagging on Jess’s crutches and bag that I’d left in the center of the sidewalk. “I’m with Jess right now,” I told him.

“Is she okay?” he asked, instantly concerned.

“Yeah.” I assured him, turning back to where she stood.

“Is that Matt?” she asked, completely covered in my hoodie and her sweater dangling from her fingertips. The sweater I told her not to take off.

“Girl! Did you seriously just do a strip show for the campus?” I demanded.

Prism made a strangled sound in my ear. “What?”

“You better come save your sister,” I told him. “I’m about to spank her ass.”

She seemed completely unthreatened. It offended me. “Can I talk to him?”

“No.”

“Please?”

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