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Missed her already.

“I’ll let you two have a minute before you have to go in,” Camilla said, stepping out of August’s embrace with a smile, but watery eyes. “Love you and miss you—call me as soon as you land, okay?”

“I will.”

August turned to watch Camilla head for the line of cabs down the way, but her attention was drawn in by something else. Or rather, someone else.

Damn him.

Beni came dressed in black leather, and dark wash jeans. He’d found those Converse shoes of his again, only these ones had been designed similar to the jacket she wore the first night they met. Clearly marked with Frankie Zombie’s custom graffiti. He looked like her wildest, wettest dream standing there.

All she wanted.

“You didn’t have to come,” she said.

Beni stuck his hands in his jacket pockets and shrugged. “I kind of wanted to. Figured I should apologize in case I seemed like an asshole yesterday. I knew you were going back home soon, but I didn’t realize it was … today. That took me off guard.”

“Huh.”

“Because if you haven’t figured it out yet, August, I don’t want you to leave.”

She nodded. “Yeah, me either.”

“But I get why you have to. You should do whatever you need and want to do, and please don’t think I’m going to sway you one way or the other. This is all about you.”

Right.

Except he already had done that.

Sway her.

Even if he didn’t know it.

“But that doesn’t change the fact,” he continued, “that it kind of feels like you and me have unfinished business here, you know?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“And I’d like to figure this out. Whatever it is.”

“Me, too.”

Beni grinned a sexy sight.

That alone could make her stay.

“Good,” he said, pulling an item from his pocket. A piece of paper, except the logo and time stamps that she could see looked like … flights? “Someone told me you have a long weekend coming up in a couple of weeks or so, and so I thought you might want to come back for that.”

She blinked.

“You bought me a flight back?”

He nodded. “If you want to take it, it’s open. It’s yours.”

Damn.

“Was that someone Cam?”

“It absolutely was.”