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Grabbing my suitcase, I stop him. “I have to go. Raincheck.”

He locks me to him with an arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest. “Tomorrow then. If I can’t spend the weekend with you, I want to negotiate a few days during the week.”

An ounce of hope sprouts, and I push it down with a bucket of dry soil. He only wants me for the sex, I need to remember that. No, don’t listen to Evie.

“That seems reckless,” I say, not moving away from him, allowing his now-hard length to press into my stomach.

“Reckless because we might get an injury from overdoing it?” He chuckles, brushing my hair off my shoulder and nibbling on my collarbone.

“No, reckless in that one of us will get attached,” I say honestly, wondering how he’ll take it.

“Is this the whole take-me-to-dinner-first thing again?” His tongue slides up my throat and hovers over my mouth. “I’ll make reservations.”

“No. How about some takeout tonight? I have a feeling it’s going to be a helluva day since I already feel hungover.”

“Done.” He smacks my ass and rubs his hands over my cheek before sliding under my yoga pants. “Now come back to bed with me.”

“I can’t.” I wiggle out of his hold. “Let’s remember I’m down by four condos. You’re about to sell out and I’m sitting at two sold.”

He nods as though he understands and releases me. “Tonight then. Takeout naked in bed.” He points at me, heading into the kitchen.

“Deal. Bye.”

“Happy Monday,” he says.

I shut the door to his condo and rest my back along the wall, sucking in a breath.

I hate Evie right now. Why does she always have to be right?

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