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“I didn’t think Foxy was goingthere,” he says to her.

She doesn’t answer.

She’s laughing too hard.

Declan grins, shakes his head, and rises. “That’ll get some views.”

Views.

For his show.

On the internet.

And you know what?

I don’t care.

It doesn’t bother me.

Because Declan is all that’s good and right.

In person.

On the internet.

In my bed.

He deserves success and it won’t go to his head.

He won’t sell me out for views andfor the ratings.

He’s—he’s the absolute best.

“So we need to start over?” he says to Verona as he holds the limp clay dick up for inspection in one hand, the tripod holding his phone in the other, undoubtedly getting the perfect angle.

“We can’t put dirty clay—” She stops, snort-chuckles, then clears her throat. “Ah, clay that’s been on the floor could have picked up things that will make your piece explode in the kiln. Yes. Let’s start over.”

He sets the phone and tripod down, then slides me a grin. “Darn.”

Flow grins.

I keep laughing. And spitting a little.

This might be the best night of my life.

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THE CLAY ELEMENT

Declan

Ginnyand I stay at the studio playing with clay for hours after I’ve gotten enough footage and put my phone away.

“That’s it,” she murmurs in my ear as we finish a third mug.

She’s behind me, her hands covering mine, her chin propped on my shoulder, front pressed to my back while she guides my hands.

Verona left us to use her studio as long as we’d like tonight.