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I grin against his mouth. “Are you still mad?”

“No. But am I still going to bend you over that hood? Yes.”

“Hey, Rome.”

I look right to the sweet, familiar voice. “Hey, Isla. You visiting your grandma?”

Rain glares at her, then me, as I attempt to put space between us. Taking the hint, he steps back so I can shut the door and lock my car.

“Mum and Dad are in the city, so I’m staying with grandma today,” she chirps, whipping back her blond ponytail, dressed in a long sleeve white shirt and denim overalls. She holds up her football. “Wanna come play?”

Rain snarls. “Scram, pipsqueak.”

I whack his chest.

Isla’s blue eyes narrow. “You’re mean.”

“Don’t care. Leave.”

“Rain,” I scold. “She’s six. Stop being rude. She’s also been in my life longer than you have.”

“Yeah.” Isla hikes a hand on her hip.

Rain takes my hand. “Rome and I are busy. Watch the road when you cross it.”

I hate disappointing Isla. “Why don’t you come inside, Isla? Rain and I are going to eat breakfast, and then we can practise.”

Rain looks at me with an are you fucking serious look before glancing at the bonnet.

I smile and motion inside. Isla skips past toward the door.

“You owe me your mouth or—”

“Rain.”

Isla jumps in first, turning straight toward the fridge. Taking out a juice box, she confidently walks to the table, places her football on the chair beside her, and begins removing the straw.

“I was curious why you had juice boxes in there, and this kid acts as though she fucking lives here,” Rain grits out, taking an old crystal vase from the cupboard beside the fridge.

“Swear jar,” Isla says, stabbing her straw into her juice.

I step beside him and kiss his red cheek. “And you don’t?”

Chapter thirty-eight

RAIN

Kids ruin your sex life. This little weasel just obliterated every plan I had to see Rome’s erotic face pinned to his hood. He hasn’t admitted he loves me, but him buying me flowers confirms it.

Rome slides a full bagel to me, as I sit beside him at the dining table. He then cuts his, giving the kid half. I snatch his plate and slide the full one in front of him.

“I’m fine with half.” He reaches to take it back.

“Eat.”

“What kind of name is Rain?” The kid’s stuffed face looks me up and down from across the table.

Fucking little shit.