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Again.

Who was this male?

Yours.

I smiled and sent a kiss back.

The doors closed.

And he was gone.

Chapter 13

Happy

I had our spread laid out on the coffee table and had given the gals a heads-up to come half an hour early so I could share my good news about Tanyn without rubbing it in Gayle’s face when she shared her tale of woe with us.

Part of that good news being Tanyn having text commed, I’m away when he took off on the soni-jet.

Seriously, the male text commed when he took off, which was about twenty minutes after he left me, so not only would I know I was on his mind but also giving indication he was a male who would communicate rather than one where I had to do all that work.

This set me to replying, Have a good flight and text when you arrive, please.

Which in turn meant I received, Will do. Let me know how it goes with Gayliliel.

To which I replied, Will do.

And to that, because I was seeing I was going to need to come to terms with him being adorable on a regular basis, my screen turned black, then a tiny red heart could be seen in the middle, growing, growing, growing until it exploded on the screen and turned it red.

Gah!

He was mega!

My besties (or two of them) arrived together, and I didn’t even get my hugs in before both of them squinted their eyes at me and Laura said, “You’re different.” While Mon said, “This flat smells like sex. Oh Gods, please tell me you didn’t rebound fuck Bash or some other male.”

Did the flat smell like sex?

I did a deep inhale using my demon senses.

All I smelled was nuances of Tanyn (with a bit of Hurley and me).

His cologne. His skin. His cum.

Dang.

My flat smelled like sex.

This made me want to giggle at the same time throw a tantrum that he was already hundreds of miles away from me.

“I think you need to sit down,” I replied to my gals. “I’ve opened a bottle of white, but what are you feeling like drinking?”

They clearly didn’t want to bother with me programming the Bev-Buddy to provide cocktails, because they shared a glance and headed right to the living area where Laura commandeered the open bottle and started pouring.

I joined them. We passed out glasses. We sat.

And I launched in.

I talked fast, because we didn’t have a lot of time before Gayle was conferencing in. I also explained why I was talking fast, because I didn’t want to subject Gayle to my hope and—it still freaked me, but it was what it was—the news I was falling in love.