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I look around the biggest kitchen I’ve ever seen.

This house is also the biggest house I’ve ever seen.

I walk toward the sliding glass door off the kitchen that leads to the largest deck I’ve ever seen.

Yeah, Mac’s father’s house is fucking huge.

I step out onto the deck.

There’s the last little flicker of daytime in the sky.

Like the sky is squeezing the sun down and the colors are exploding.

I take a swig of the beer and I turn away from the sunset only to see Mila standing in the doorway.

I don’t like the way my heart jumps when I see her.

I don’t like that my lips are aching to taste her lips.

Her words keep ringing in my head… not here. Repeating that over and over too.

Like she needed to convince herself.

Yet there was no mention of…

At this point, I don’t even care.

I walk toward Mila.

She steps out of the house.

For a second I think our bodies are going to collide together.

I want to grab her, pull her close and kiss her to show her what it’s like to be cared for. And I’m not talking about falling in love and all that stuff. I’m talking about just someone touching. Holding. Kissing. Fucking.

“Cheers,” she says to me.

She has a beer too.

I guess the plan is to just drink and celebrate Mac’s father’s life.

Which nobody knows much about. Other than the crazy stuff Mac has told us.

I touch my bottle to hers and reach for her.

My hand grazes the small of her back and she slaps my touch away.

“Jax,” she growls.

“What, honey? Going to tell me not here again? Where? Huh?”

She swallows hard. Her bottom lip quivers just a little.

My cock twists and turns and pushes down the right side of my jeans.

“You’ll have to figure it out,” she says.

Her voice is sultry. Seductive. Almost purring at me.

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