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“Yes?”

She cleared her throat, rearranging the silverware on the table, and I could tell she was nervous. Before I could tell her to just put me out of my misery, she blurted, “If you want, I thought maybe we could, um, well, enjoy sharing our room, and especially the bed. What happens in Reno stays in Reno. We set rules and boundaries, make no promises, and have no regrets, only some fun between the sheets.”

For a second, I just stared at her. I’d started the day thinking I’d have an uphill battle ahead of me. And here she was, offering herself on a platter instead.

“You might want to close your mouth before a bug flies in.”

Her words snapped me back to the present, and my mind started working again. “Where has this come from? Not that I wouldn’t fucking love to kiss you again, but I need to know why the change in attitude from yesterday?”

She went back to adjusting her silverware on the table and avoiding my eyes. “Well, as I said, there would be rules.” She finally met my gaze, and I hated the uncertainty there. “I don’t know if you’re looking for a relationship or not, but I can’t do one. All I can offer is some fun while we’re here and you’re kid-free. But only if you agree we go back to normal as soon as we leave Reno, back to being sort of friends but nothing else.”

My first instinct was to shout “Hell yes!” and to get our food to go.

And yet, while I had no plans to get married again anytime soon, or ever, I didn’t like there being no future for us. I already wanted Emmy more than any woman in my life. Add in how she loved my kids and could put up with my family, and I wanted to see where things went.

But saying anything would probably spook her, and amazing sex might not be enough for her to give us a chance. She’d probably just try to push me away again.

All I could do was find ways to convince her, somehow, some way, that she deserved to go after the things she wanted.

Well, that and do my fucking best to ruin her for all other men.

A warning rushed through my head about how I had my children to think of, that I needed to protect them.

And maybe with a stranger, it would be a concern. But Avery and Wyatt already loved Emmy. Plus, if my family trusted her, I should at least give her a chance.

I finally answered, “I can handle your rules, but I have a condition of my own.”

Her gaze turned wary. “Which is?”

“When we’re alone, we’re completely honest with each other. No lies, no half-truths or omissions. Just honesty.”

She frowned, and I nearly held my breath. I was asking a lot, and I knew it. But I wanted—no needed—some honesty. I’d had too many years of lies and deceit and cheating.

Besides, it would give me a better idea of how to maybe win her over.

Emmy sighed. “Fine.” She put out a hand to shake. “Deal.”

My lips twitched at her gesture. Since I was determined to win her over from the get-go, I took her hand in mine, brought it to my lips, and kissed her fingers like some gentleman of old.

“West,” she hissed as she took her hand back. “We’re not in private.”

“No, but now that I know I can have you, I needed a taste to hold me over.” I let all the desire I had for her show in my eyes, and she put a hand on her neck and swallowed. “Should we get the food to go?”

She squeaked, “Will I get a chance to eat it?”

I learned forward. “Yes. But not until I’ve tasted you first.”

She nodded as she swallowed, and I smiled. It was nice dusting off my charm and seeing how the older, more experienced version of Weston Wolfe could win over Emmy.

I wasn’t going to hold anything back.

Emmy didn’t stand a chance.

ChapterTwenty-Five

Emilia

The entire car ride from the restaurant back to the hotel made me feel like I was in high school again. I’d sneak a glance at West, he’d catch me, and I’d look away. Then I’d try again, and he’d meet my gaze and only look away because he was driving.

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