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Wally raised an eyebrow. “Which is?”

Sadie grinned slyly. “Walters.”

“Walter Walters?” he squeaked.

Sadie threw her head back, laughing. “Kidding! I’m kidding. It’s Marshall.”

Lifting her and tossing her onto the bed, Wally proceeded to tickle her relentlessly as she giggled.

In moments, the tickles turned into exploratory caresses, and they began kissing again.

“Hang on,” Sadie said, out of breath.

“What is it?” he asked, slipping the last bit of clothing off her.

“Do me a favor and wear the hat.”

Wally grabbed the dusty ten-gallon hat off his nightstand and regarded it before sticking it on his head and dropping his jeans to the floor.

“Happy to oblige, Ms. Sadie. Happy to oblige.”