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“I love concerts.”

She raised a brow. “Are you asking me to one?”

Shit!

There’s always a band playing in Boston or Providence, but what they were, I had no idea. Somehow, I was going to score some good tickets and Randi and I were going to a concert.

“Do you have a preference?”

“Rock, classic or southern, but rock all the way,” she replied.

Made me second guess my choice of smooth jazz playing outside. Outside. Fuck. The steaks.

“Excuse me.” I left her in the house and quickly made my way to the grill. I didn’t even need to touch them to know the steaks were going to be like shoe leather.

Randi had followed me outside and rested a hand on my shoulder. “Good thing I brought dessert.”

“I thought you said you were bringing potato salad?” I asked.

“That’s in the refrigerator, but I love to bake, and once I start you can’t stop me.”

“Since we’re not having steak, then what are we eating?” I questioned.

“How does chocolate lava cake sound to you?” she asked.

Not a fan of chocolate, but no way in hell was I going to tell her that. Not after she’d gone through the trouble of making me a cake.

“Sounds like dinner,” I replied. I grabbed the steaks off the grill and tossed them into the trash. “Or, we can order a pizza and have it delivered.”

“Pizza works too.”

I pulled out my cellphone and asked, “What do you like on it?”

“Mushrooms with extra cheese.”

I called in the pizza, making half with pepperoni and sausage. “It’ll be here in about thirty minutes.”

“Why don’t we go upstairs and see where we want to start?” she suggested.

There was no point putting it off. Randi was here, not for steak, not for great conversation, but to pack up her stuff and take it out of here.

“Why not,” I said and headed upstairs. When I opened the door, I was still taken back. It’d been the first time I’d been inside since I’d first seen it with her.

She looked around and then turned to me and asked, “Where would you like to start? Should we pack up the vibrators, or maybe the…”

“Randi, I can do this myself,” I said firmly. The way her hand gripped the dildo made me want her slender fingers wrapped around my cock.

As long as I was in this room with her, fighting the need to pull her into my arms was going to become…painful.

“Sam, I can’t ask you to do this. Besides, it’s always better when you do it with someone else, than doing it by yourself,” she said.

So fucking true.

We weren’t thinking about the same thing. “Randi, I…I haven’t decided what I want to do with the room yet.”

Still holding the toy in her hand, she asked, “You mean you might want to keep it?”

No. Just don’t want to watch you touching all these toys unless we’re using them together.

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