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This is still new, though, and I want to keep it mostly between us for as long as we can. We have family date nights, and other than the occasional lunch date with just him and me, we haven’t seen each other much. We keep in contact. He got better about that with the phone, but we still live two very different lives with different time zones between us. Or so it feels like some days.

“What did she want?”

“She wanted me to see if you’d reconsider being a part of Milly’s wedding.”

I shake my head, not in anger, just disbelief.

“Your mama is relentless.”

“I know.” He guides me over to the couch on the far side of his office, taking my laptop from my hands and putting it on the small coffee table before sitting next to me. “And I’ve told her as much. Besides, Milly wants to keep the wedding small. I think she was even thinking about a courtroom ceremony until Mama screamed bloody murder at her. If Mama keeps trying to make this bigger than she wants, Milly’s likely to say fuck it and just do what she wants instead.”

I still can’t believe she expected me to be in her daughter’s wedding. It would be one thing if I knew Milly in some way, but I haven’t even talked to her on the phone. I don’t even think she knows who I am, unless Cynthia or Bobby told her. Which I wouldn’t put past either of them. This family is the sharing kind.

Cynthia’s entire reasoning is that I would look good in the pale purple bridesmaids’ dresses. That’s it. Or so she claims. Well, that and she thinks my daughters would make excellent flower girls, but I’m pretty sure Milly has enough friends in Kansas that she doesn’t need anyone in my family to be part of her wedding. Unfortunately for Cynthia.

“Maybe if you agreed to at least come to the wedding, it might settle her down,” Bobby says casually as he leans forward and pours us each a cup of coffee. Something he seems to have available every time I come into these daily meetings we now have.

Letting the girls know there’s something between Bobby and me feels easier than going to a family wedding on his arm. That seems more… vocal. Like announcing it to the world in a way I’m not sure I’m ready for.

“I’m still thinking on it. Maybe after this week I can give you both an answer.”

“Right. Sorry. I should have remembered. What time is Trevor picking up the girls?” He leans back on the couch, resting his arm on the back and pulling at the end of my ponytail.

“Right after school. He already had someone come by and get their bags this morning.”

I should have known that Trevor would double down after Ivy’s class project event. The very next day, he sent me a text stating he would take the girls for Thanksgiving. Not asking if he could, just expecting it. Didn’t matter that the last holiday, Labor Day, was his. He canceled it, and in his mind, that meant he could just take the next. I’ve gone along with it in the past because the girls need to spend time with their father. Or so I thought. But after they’ve had time with Bobby, I don’t see how any interaction with Trevor is a good one.

“Want Marco to go with?”

I smile because I know he’s a thousand percent serious about the offer. Still, I shake my head.

“No, it should be fine. I might never get used to them being away from me for a few nights, but I have to find a way to deal with it. Having someone go and give me the play-by-play will only increase my anxiety, I’m afraid.”

“So, what you’re saying is you need a distraction, huh?” His eyes do this intense thing, and he lets go of my hair to softly wrap his hand around my neck, applying just enough pressure to make me go breathless at the thought of a night in his arms again.

We haven’t had a moment alone in that way since we defiled his office.

“You free tonight, Wildflower?” he growls, making parts of me want to spread my legs and let him do whatever wicked things he has on his mind right now.

“Yes,” I whisper, and he squeezes a bit more before releasing me and turning back to his coffee.

He seems to be able to control his urges more than me lately. I just want to jump him all the time, but he’s the one who’s always teasing me with lingering kisses here and there but then not moving forward. Perhaps because he knows we can’t finish what we start. Until now.

“Good. Now, tell me what the team found.”

With the office shutting down for the Thanksgiving holiday, today’s meeting is actually a real one, not just a shared meal with lingering touches and kisses.

We’ve been learning about each other slowly while working because, as I expected, Bobby works all the time. He’s constantly on his phone or laptop while at the office. When we go out with the girls for dinner, though, he’s very present. The few times we see him for lunch or a moment on the weekend, he even stops working for us. But when we’re in the office, even though I’m here, he still takes the call. Sure, he does it with his hand on my thigh, or with a tweak of my nipples. He’s been playing with me constantly, even if it’s only me getting the pleasure in the end. The entire lunch is a buildup, but the release is quick before I get back to the office. No full-on lovemaking, just him making sure I feel him all over me and that I get off in a way that I’ve gone without for most of my life.

Unfortunately, today is not one of those times that will leave me fulfilled. Sure, I’m going to make sure I get my happy ending tonight, but I still want to pout as I pull my laptop onto my lap and power it up.

“Keep making that face, Wildflower, and I might be forced to put you over my knee.”

“I don’t think that threat is as intimidating as you want it to be,” I say as I focus on typing in my password.

“Is that so?”

I feel my cheeks burning, knowing he’s watching me fully. Especially when he runs the back of his finger along one side of my face. I only shrug, because talking seems impossible right now.