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He lifts one brow. “I’m not an idiot. Of course I wouldn’t say that to her. But you need to be realistic. And just like you’ve avoided thinking about multiple children, have you also avoided thinking that it might not happen at all?”

I scowl. “Damn, bro, what’s up with the negativity?”

“I’m talking about how you help her deal with that kind of disappointment.”

Honestly, I haven’t given it a lot of thought. I know it’s possible, but I never dwell on the negative if I can help it, I merely focus on whatever parts of said situation I can control.

“We can adopt,” I say quietly. “Get a donor egg. A surrogate. There are options for all those scenarios.”

“That’s the most important thing—making sure she understands the options and is okay with them. Even if they’re not her first choice.”

“It’s only been two months,” I say. “Her doctor told her not to start overthinking things until we’ve been trying at least a year.”

“And you’re good with that?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Do you love her?”

A year ago, I would have done everything in my power to avoid answering that question, regardless of the woman in my life.

With Luna, I don’t even hesitate. “Yeah, I do. She’s…everything.” It feels weird saying something like that out loud but Grim just smiles. Like he gets it.

“It’s kind of cool when you feel that way, right?” His eyes meet mine and we don’t have to say anything else. We’ve always understood each other, and this is no different.

“Hey, look at this.” He switches gears so fast it takes me a moment to catch up. “A Girls’ Trip package. Five days and four nights at this place in San Diego. Spa treatments, wellness activities, and day trips that include wine tasting. The girls would love this.”

We grin at each other and then speak at the same time—“Christmas.”

Then we laugh.

“You put your bid down now,” he suggests. “Then, when you get busy, I’ll keep an eye on it and make sure we put in the winning bid. You have a number you absolutely won’t go over?”

I shrug. “I mean, I’m not paying a hundred grand for a spa weekend—we can just pay for it at that point, but no. Any reasonable number, go for it.” I write my name and a hefty bid amount, along with my email and phone number.

“Oh, man.” Grim makes a face. “Look at this—a driving experience with Limbo Jones.” Limbo is currently one of the top NASCAR drivers. He has a private track in Santa Fe where he trains and from what I can see, this package allows the winner to not just spend a weekend training with him but learning the ropes and getting behind the wheel.

He puts his name down immediately.

“Aren’t you supposed to be saving for a house?” I tease.

“Shut the fuck up.” His bid is well over the suggested starting price, but just like fighting is my thing, racing is his. He doesn’t do much of it anymore either so something like this would be special.

“I get this feeling this is going to be an expensive weekend,” I groan, standing in front of a football autographed by Dan Marino. I grew up in South Florida and he was my football idol.

Grudgingly, I write my name down.

Grim is walking around, bidding on pretty much everything, and I chuckle at his child-like excitement.

What the hell, it’s all for a good cause.

I’m trying to decide if dinner at Craig’s—an L.A. hotspot—is worth the price tag when I catch a glimpse of pink. My head snaps up and all I can do is stare.

My woman is coming toward me in a hot pink dress much like the one she wore on her fateful final date with Roger—but this one is meant for evening. It has rhinestones on the spaghetti straps and it’s short, ruffles dancing around her thighs.

She’s fucking perfect.

And fucking mine.