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“Always,” he said hoarsely, the tenderness in his gaze making me shiver.As soon as he saw the effect he had on me, Zeke stood and began gathering up the files on his desk,stuffing them in his briefcase. “Well, I’ll get out of your way and let you take over.”

It should’ve been my cue to leave, but there was one more thing I needed to ask.

“Actually, I have one more question.” I stood, rolling my bottom lip through my teeth until he looked at me. His eyes narrowed like he knew what I was about to say.

“I can reach out and ask about the extended visitation—”

“I don’t want to ask,” I broke in. “I mean, we can, but regardless of what Stan decides, I want to go to Jake’s game this weekend.”

“Kenz…” he trailed off, exhaling slowly. “That’s not a good idea.”

“It’s a public park—a public game. I don’t need to be supervised in a public place. I just want to be there for Jake—cheer him on.” The ball in my throat inflated as I added in the last part, “Will you take me?”

His jaw pulsed.

“Please, Zeke.” My lip quivered. “You saw him. You know he’s going to be miserable at the game, and Stan’s only going to make him feel more like a failure…”

He exhaled with an audible whoosh as though my plea were a nail straight to the balloon of his denial. His hand tightened into a fist and then released.

“Okay,” he agreed, taking his bag and walking around the desk until we stood only a few inches apart. “But Kenz, if they don’t agree to a visit, you can’t try to see him, do you understand? That will definitely kill any chance of you getting custody as soon as you want it.”

“I understand.” I nodded wildly. “Thank you.” I placed my hand on the side of his arm, only gratitude on my mind until we touched and heat ricocheted through me. “Sorry.” I pulled back with a jerk.

“Don’t apologize,” he said lowly. “I think this is a lot harder than both of us thought it would be.”

I gave him a half smile. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have made the sex so spectacular then.”

He made a sound that was somewhere between a chuckle and a groan, and my stomach fluttered. Zeke didn’t laugh much. He cared. He worked. He overworked. And then he cared some more. But laugh? It was rare. And I shouldn’t have liked it so much when the rare occurrence happened for me.

“I don’t think I’m the one solely to blame for that,” he muttered.

“I guess we’re both a bunch of orgasm overachievers.” That got another small smile.

“Not something I ever thought I’d wish to be worse at.”

I laughed. “Me neither.”

The banter worked until it didn’t. Until there was only silence and the hunger coursing between us, eating up the oxygen and the space and theone-nightboundary we’d agree to.

“I should go,” he said hoarsely and stepped back. “Have a good day.”

He stepped into the hall as I called,“You, too,” after him.

For the foreseeable future, all we could have were good days. Good nights were out of the question.

CHAPTER10

ZEKE

“Go, Jake!Go!”Kenzie cupped her hands around her mouth and screamed as Jake chased the ball down the field, his legs pumping fast to try and catch it.

“Go! Go! Go!” she yelled again, this time forcefully enough thatshe tripped over her own feet and stumbled forward.

I caught her by the waist as she swayed.“Whoa there, tiger.”

“Sorry,” she murmured sheepishly, steadying herself. “As much as he doesn’t like soccer, I have to say that this whole cheerleading part is a lot of fun.” She tipped her head up to me and smiled.

“Maybe too much fun,” I teased without thinking that I was still holding her or that her face was upturned to mine like she was waiting for a kiss. A blush crept across her cheeks, and for a second, we were caught up in the moment until the whistle blew.

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