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I hop in as fast as I can, but not fast enough to stop myself from getting drenched. I turn to Abigail, pulling her lips to mine again, kissing the rain from them.

“Where to?” she asks breathlessly against my mouth.

Pulling away, I start the car and give her a slight smile. “I have an idea.”

About twenty minutes later, we pull up to the same hotel we stayed at for her sister’s wedding. What can I say? This hotel holds some of the best memories of our time together.

“Gosh, I hope they have a room available for us, considering last time we stayed here, they only had the one room with the one bed.”

My head whips around to Abigail, who has a Cheshire cat grin stretched across her face.

“Did I ever tell you that an old friend from high school manages this hotel?”

I open my mouth to tell her that I lied about there not being any available rooms when we stayed last time.

“Yeah, she wasn’t here when we checked in, but I saw her the next day when I got back from the bridal luncheon.”

The smile on her face tells me I was busted from the start.

“You knew I was lying.”

She shrugs her shoulders. “I may have by the second night.”

I bark out a laugh. “You little minx.”

“What can I say?” She shrugs her slim shoulder. “You give good cuddle. I was willing to overlook the little white lie.”

“Get over here.” I pull Abigail toward me over the center console and kiss her smart-ass mouth.

“I think I give more than good cuddles. Let’s get the hell out of this car so I can show you,” I say, pulling away and opening my door.

We run through the rain into the hotel lobby, looking like drowned rats by the time we make it through the doors.

Registration is a breeze because, apparently, Abigail’s friend from high school is the one who checks us in. Abigail can’t keep the smile off her face through the entire process. Whether she’s laughing at the way I’m impatiently trying to keep it together, or because this is the woman who unknowingly let the cat out of the bag about my tiny little fib, is anyone’s guess. What I do know is her hands running circles on my lower back and slipping down to my ass when no one is looking is making me fucking light-headed, considering all the blood in my body is currently rushing to my dick.

When the registration process mercifully ends, I lead Abigail to the elevator. Once inside, I push her against the wall and press my lips harshly against hers for a searing kiss.

“You’re going to pay for that little stunt, Red,” I groan into her mouth

She lets out a throaty groan filled with heat and lust. “You talk a big game, Prince. Let’s see if you can keep up tonight.”

“Oh, She-Devil, you fucking asked for it. Just remember, there’s no backing out now.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Hayes. Ever.”

Epilogue

Abigail

It’s been just over a month since we returned from Charleston. I would love to say it’s been smooth sailing for Jackson and me, but come on, this is us. He still finds ways to get under my skin, then wipes my irritation away with a couple orgasms. I’m no dummy. I know seeing me riled up gets him hot. I would even go so far as to say it’s one of his kinks that he enjoys exploring with me. And honestly, I can’t say I hate it.

Our friends were more than thrilled to see us finally happy with each other, even if they don’t understand the ins and outs of our hate/love relationship. But that’s just Jackson and me. It works for us.

Lindsey and Kasey have had several wine nights, even calling Julia a couple times to join us via video chat. I can’t wait for her to fly up here next week and actually meet my other best friends in person.

My girls made it perfectly clear in no uncertain terms they have my back, and no matter what happens, they will always be family. Not that I have any lingering doubts when it comes to Jackson and me, but it was reassuring to hear them tell me.

Jackson has been working a couple late nights at his club recently, trying to make up for all the time he took off last month for the wedding and then to come find me and enjoy us getting reacquainted, shall we say. We ended up staying in Charleston and reconnecting with the Beauchamps over drinks and shrimp and grits with Roxy and Duke. Roxy pulled me aside one night when the drinks were flowing, and Jackson was in an intense game of quarters with the Beauchamp brothers.

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