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“I don’t know what my future holds,” I admitted. “I only hope it holds Nick.”

I smiled, thinking of our conversation. Of all the texts and calls from Nick that happened daily. They helped the days not be so lonely. I told my mom about my relationship with Nick, at least the PG version. She laughed over the gofer parts and smiled at the toned-down account of the swimming pool meetups. She was concerned about the distance, my inexperience, and Nick’s reputation. She became more so when I told her the truth.

“That is something you need to consider hard,” she advised.

“I have. I am. Nick and I have discussed it a lot.”

“Are you certain about this?” she asked. “Your feelings are that strong?” She paused. “They aren’t simply some sort of fantasy come to life?”

I shook my head. “The real man is better than any fantasy.” I leaned forward, earnest. “He researched my condition as much as I did his. He wanted to know all about it. What he could do.” I grabbed her hand. “Mom, when he’s around, I’m calmer. Stronger. Twice, I was in situations I am sure I would have had an attack over, but I didn’t.”

“I don’t want you hurt.”

“He is worth the risk.”

“Your dad—”

“I need to know you’re on my side. I want him to meet Nick and judge him on the person he is, not his disorder. That is such a small part of him. His heart is what matters.”

“I’ve never known you to feel this way about someone,” she mused.

“I never have.”

“I’ll meet him and make up my mind.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

Nick stirred and opened his eyes. He met my gaze with one of his wide smiles. He kissed my temple, then my cheeks, dragging his mouth across my skin to my lips. “I’ve missed waking up with you.”

“You only slept a short time.”

“Really? I feel wide awake.” He pulled me tight to his chest. “Whatever will we do all alone in an empty house and in the dark?” He cupped my ass, grinding into me. “How will you help me get back to sleep, Shortcake?”

“You wanna play cards?” I asked. “Go Fish or something?”

He began to laugh, rolling over so I was under him. “I’ll happily drop my line in, Mila. See what I can catch.”

“I hope your rod is strong,” I murmured, opening my legs so he could settle between them. He shifted, the head of his cock slipping in, teasing me.

“Strong and thick, baby,” he groaned, flexing his hips and sliding in farther.

“Then reel me in.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

MILA

By two the next day, I was exhausted. Nick kept me up most of the night, and he was out for a run by six. I did some writing, but once he got back, he’d wanted to spend time with me, and we had gone nonstop all day. I showed him everything. We went to the beach, the cliffs, the town, and even the Hub again. He loved the entire scope of it. We walked the streets, and I pointed out which house belonged to whom. Since it was a nice day, lots of my relatives were out in the gardens or on their balconies and porches. He met more people and chatted with the ones from the impromptu dinner the night before. Everyone was friendly and happy to see us. He was endlessly curious, asking questions, seemingly delighted in my answers, given the number of replies he found amusing.

“This place is amazing,” he enthused. “I’ve never known such great people. Your family…” He trailed off and shook his head. “I can’t describe them.”

“Nosy is one word,” I said dryly. “Starstruck and curious are a couple of others.”

He laughed, slinging his arm around my shoulders. “Welcoming and nonjudgmental are two more. Friendly and loving.”

I had to agree. And I was thrilled how well he seemed to fit in and how they accepted him just as Nick.

“Did you tell your parents about us before I got here?”