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I loved this idea, obviously, especially if Hale concentrated his efforts in LA and New York, and I got to a point I could open up a west coast studio. We could schedule our work around where one or the other would be.

I loved it more, because maybe that would free up time for Hale to do things Hale actually liked to do.

I didn’t share that during our walk.

I just encouraged him where Javier Rojas was concerned, but mostly I listened.

And that’s what the pictures made it look like. Hale’s arm around my shoulders, my hand up, holding his there, my other arm around his waist. Our heads were bent together, and it looked as serious as it was, what we were talking about.

Though, there were several pictures of us kissing.

I guessed we were official.

Another text came in from Zoey.

We’re getting requests from everywhere to confirm or deny.

I sighed.

Hale threw his sweaty body in the chair across from mine. He had a Hydro Flask in his hand.

“Good run?” I asked as he downed some water.

When he was done, he answered, “Fuckuva lot harder to run in sand. No clue how, but I always forget that.”

“I can imagine,” I mumbled, and that’s all I’d do. You’d catch me running on the sand (or anywhere) when you were chasing me with a chainsaw. “Have you been surfing while you’ve been home?”

He shook his head and took another gulp of water.

Then he looked at me. “Too busy.”

“Surfing is better in the morning, right?”

He nodded.

“You should go tomorrow.”

He grinned roguishly. “Rather be fucking you.”

“I’ll wait for you in bed.”

I saw that flare in his eyes but he shook his head. “It’s okay, baby.”

“You love doing it. We have the weekend off. Do it. I can go with you. I’d like to watch.”

“If you wanna watch, I’ll go.”

I frowned. “No, I want you to go because you want to go.”

He started to say something, his affect changing, I felt impatience leaking in, then he shook it off and said, “You can get up. Brush your teeth. Get some coffee. But then you wait for me in bed.”

That had me grinning. “Aye, aye, bossman. Now for the bad news.” I went back to the website on my phone and turned it his way. “We’ve been outed.”

He just glanced at the pictures before he said, “Not surprised. Actually, more surprised it took so long.”

I was pleased he wasn’t pissed.

“Zoey says I’m getting requests to make it official,” I shared.

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