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“You’re so hot when you’re mean to me.”

“Get out of my room.”

He chuckles.

“Seriously, though, what should we do? Want me to cook something?” he asks and then backs out of my room and heads for the kitchen. “I won’t lie, this place is pretty perfect. The open floor plan for the living room, kitchen, and dining room is pretty rad.”

“Pretty rad? Okay. What are you up to?” I ask.

I move into the kitchen with him and cross my arms as I wait for his reply.

“Nothing. I really do like it. My place is like a maze, and I hate it.”

“Then why don’t you move?”

“It’s convenient. I can walk to my office.”

“Well, you can’t do that from Lovers, so I guess you’d better get on a plane tomorrow and head home, huh?”

He chuckles.

“Not happening. I’m … taking a moment.”

“For what?”

“Damn, Sunny, do you ever not have a question for everything I say?”

“Wouldn’t that defeat the point of the pleasure you get from us arguing?”

“The pleasure I get from us?” He grins. “Say that again.”

“Ew. You’re a child,” I say. I hate that I laugh a little with him.

“What do you want me to cook? Grilled cheese? Soup? Alfredo?”

He’s moving things around inside the refrigerator. He’s serious. He wants to cook right now?

Alfredo does sound pretty good.

Ugh. Do I tell him that?

“This is not the time for you to go silent on me.”

“Fine. Alfredo.”

“Good choice. We need to fuel up with some carbs.”

I take a breath.

It’s going to be a long night.

“And what do we need carbs for?”

He turns to look at me and winks. “The all-nighter we’re about to pull together.”

I shake my head, move for the cabinet opposite the fridge, and grab a wineglass. “Not me. I’ll be sleeping peacefully.” Then I grab a bottle of red wine.

Neither of us speaks as I uncork the top and pour myself a glass.