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After a breath, she glances at her watch. “You better get going.”
“Are we good?”
Her expression cuts me. It’s so sad. “We’re good.”
“Goodnight.” I head toward the back door.
“Price?”
I turn.
“I will always love you.”
I know. That’s why I’m here.
I return my most sincere smile. “And I you.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
HE WAS THE EXCEPTION, BUT YOU ARE EXCEPTIONAL.
Scottie
I spreadmy new puzzle onto my table and sort out the edges—one thousand pieces to distract me from thinking about Koen and Price spending the evening together.
I brush my teeth a little after ten, feeling disappointed that Koen didn’t stop by after his workout. He left so early this morning we didn’t get a chance to talk.
As if he knows I’m sulking, I get a call from him, so I quickly spit the toothpaste into the sink. “Hey!”
“I’m texting you my address if you want to see my Scrotum.”
“You could get arrested for that kind of proposition.”
He laughs.
“But yeah, I’d love to see your dog, and I wouldn’t mind taking a gander at your scrotum. It was dark last night. I didn’t get to inspect much.”
“I’ll unlock the front door. I’m going to jump in the shower. Come on in when you get here.”
“Okay. See ya soon.” I end the call before squealing like a little girl. Then, I shave everything but my head before applying lotion and my Foreplay essential oil blend.
To my surprise, Koen lives less than fifteen minutes from my place. He has a sprawling lot covered in trees, and his house isn’t just any house. It looks like one shipping container stacked onto another with massive windows and a detached garage.
“Hello?” I call, cracking open the door.
Scrot barks and greets me the second I step inside.
“Hey, buddy. Oh, you’re such a good boy.” I squat and give him the attention he’s craving. “Where’s your daddy? Is he still in the shower? Should I get naked and join him?”
“Fuck. Hold that thought. I’ll head back to the bathroom,” Koen says, descending the last few steps, wearing jogging shorts and nothing else. A few drops of water still cling to his torso and damp hair.
I grin. “You live in shipping containers. This is very cool.” I glance around the open space with only a few walled-off rooms. A wide steel split staircase leads to the upper level.
“I think your friend is loaded,” Koen says.
I give Scrot one more scratch behind his ears and stand. “Price?”
Koen leans against the railing. “Yeah.”
