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She shook her head from side to side.

“Then don’t hold it against yourself. You don’t deserve that either.”

“You make it sound so simple.”

“It is.”

Windsor laughed. “Can I have another sip? That was really good.”

He let go of her hand and slid the jar to her.

As she took a longer sip this time, he asked, “What did you realize you were lying to yourself about?”

She set it down and licked her bottom lip the way he had. “Probably everything I’m not ready to accept.”

“Like?”

Windsor decided to be brave. “Like this. Wishing this were real life and then telling myself I was just getting into character.”

He tilted his head to the side as he studied her. “Sweetheart, it doesn’t get more real than this. You’re eating cold fried chicken in my kitchen after we just had the best sex of my life. That’s real life. Right now.”

“The best?”

He grinned. “Damn right.”

A warm glow spread over Windsor, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she could still feel him between her legs.

“I wish this could be my real life,” she whispered.

“It is,” he said. “But that’s not what you mean. You wish this could be permanent. That’s what you’re not ready to accept.” It wasn’t a question.

“How …”

“Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out, Win. It feels good. Feels right. You here. In this house, in that giant bed. Eating chicken and drinking cider in this kitchen. We’re on the same page. You’re just getting used to it.”

He said it so easily, like it was no big deal.

But for Win, it was a whole different life.

“I have a life in LA.”

“A life you love?”

She paused and stared at him. “The only life I’ve ever known.”

“Well, since you’re already here, why not try a new one and see how it feels?”

CHAPTER 18

Brushing their teeth next to one another, falling asleep with the heat of his body surrounding hers, and then waking up with his full, hard shaft nudging against her ass made trying on this life seem even more appealing than great sex and cold fried chicken. It felt intimate … and yet a wonderful kind of ordinary that Windsor knew could prove addictive.

She couldn’t help but press back against him as slickness grew between the hollow of her thighs.

“Morning,” he whispered against her ear in a husky voice. “Careful what you start, sweetheart.”

In response, Win pushed her ass into the cradle of his hips. He was so hard … everywhere.

One big hand splayed on her hip. “You started it. Remember that.”