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“Very. Are you?”

“I’ve got the hottest girl in the world in my arms, and her ass is currently pressed up against my cock. I’d say I’m extremely happy.”

“You’re such a charmer.” I giggle.

“And don’t you just know it?” He laughs, kissing my forehead. “Come on, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

I kick my flip-flops off and sit down. Vaughn sits beside me, opens the basket, and gets the sandwiches out that we made earlier—turkey and mayo.

Yum.

Then, he pulls out a bottle of wine and a plastic glass from the side of the basket.

“When did you sneak that in?” I ask.

“I put it in when you were in the bathroom. I just forgot to tell you. Thought you might like a drink.”

“Aren’t you having one?”

“I’m driving.” He gives me a duh look.

“I know you’re driving, smart-ass, but you can have a glass, can’t you?”

“I only brought the one glass.”

“Then, I’ll share mine with you.”

He pours the wine out, and I take a sip and then hand it to him.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” I say before taking a bite of my sandwich. “It really is beautiful. And kind of romantic if you think about it.”

“I’m a romantic kind of guy.” He grins.

“Can you ever be serious for just a minute?” I nudge his thigh with my foot.

He stares right into my eyes. “Like I told you, I’m serious about you.”

Butterflies swoop into my stomach, going nuts. “I’m kind of serious about you, too, West.”

We eat and drink—well, I do most of the drinking—and we talk about everything and laugh. I laugh so much when I’m with him.

I think humor is such an attractive quality in a man, and Vaughn has it in spades. That, and a gorgeous face and smoking-hot body.

I’m a lucky, lucky girl.

I’m just nibbling on a strawberry when I remember something that I’ve always wanted to ask him. “West, can I ask you something?”

“Is it dirty or kinky?”

“No.” I giggle.

“Sounds boring to me, but go on then. I’m listening.”

I shake my head at him, my lips curved into a smile. “Why didn’t you have me fired when I stabbed you?”

He furrows his brow. “Why would I have?”

“Because you had Millie fired for incompetency. I stabbed you in one of your balls. Seems kind of worse than being incompetent. Even though she is incompetent.”