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Before I could jump all over that, he kept on.

“I know you like late mornings, but you can sleep on the jet on your return flight.”

“Tell me what night. I’ll arrange to leave work early.”

His face softened (fabulous) and he kissed me (more fabulous).

He then let me go.

Not fabulous.

“Call lift,” he ordered.

Oh, and yes.

I’d programmed him in so my system would respond to his voice commands.

So, yes again.

Our courting seemed to be going faster than our contract had gone.

This time, though, I didn’t mind.

Not a bit.

Hurley felt the vibe and whined, so I bent to give him a rubdown and promise him, “I’ll see you soon.”

He panted.

I gave his head an affectionate shake and went back to his daddy.

He had the strap of his overnight bag hanging off his shoulder.

I moved into his arms again.

“Hope everything’s okay with Gayle,” he murmured.

I did too.

“I’ll let you know.”

“Obliged.”

The lift opened.

I pouted.

Tanyn kissed me again.

Then he let me go and moved into the lift.

I stood and watched as he pursed his lips, and without hand movements, sent me a kiss.

Sweet.

Lovely.

Adorable.