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The contact name is saved as ‘Commissioner’.
My eyes collide with Dare’s and he winks at me before voicing something that makes the police officers jump back. Their shocked gazes ricochet from Dare to the phone. After a minute or two, they shake Dare’s hand, wave politely to me and drive off.
I blink up in surprise. “What just happened?”
“The Commissioner wanted to thank me for my donation to the social justice initiative.”
I scrunch my nose. Life really is all about who you know.
Before I can let the horror of capitalism sink in, Dare turns to me. His gaze is so focused, it makes my stomach quiver.
“I missed you,” he signs. His eyes darken as they lower to my mouth. It’s a look of dirty promises and wicked delights. “Want to go upstairs?”
Aaaand, now my stomach isn’t the only thing that’s quivering.
I so badly want to be whisked away to Dare’s room, but my sense of responsibility won’t let me leave this mess.
“I need to clean this up first,” I sign, pointing to the discarded bat and the mounds of glass shards.
“I’ll ask the hotel to take care of it.”
“It’s my responsibility,” I insist.
“They won’t have a problem.” He starts to reach for my hand so he can tug me away.
I resist.
He frowns.
I frown harder.
He sighs, shakes his head, and then a small, amused smile lifts his lips. “This is how it’s going to be for the rest of our lives, isn’t it?”
“You’ll learn to love it.”
He laughs.
I smile harder and sign, “Now get me a broom.”
Dare fetches the broom, but he insists on doing all the work for me. Once he ditches his tweed jacket and starts unbuttoning his cuffs, I stop protesting and enjoy the show.
While I’m on a bench nearby watching his sexy back muscles contracting beneath the button-down shirt, Mosely texts me.
Mosely:Did your plan work?
I imagine that scorching-hot kiss and grin like a lunatic.
Yaya:I think so. Yeah.
Mosely:Good. Enjoy your drive. He hasn’t been doing anything but working since you parted ways. Maybe stop by a restaurant and get Dare some dirt too.
Yaya:?? Dirt?
Mosely:He said food tastes like dirt now, which is why he won’t eat.
I frown in concern and look Dare over. Come to think of it, he does seem a little leaner. Earlier, when I had my hand on his face, his cheekbones felt more pronounced. At the time, I thought it was because we hadn’t seen each other for a while and I’d forgotten the details of his face but now…
A shadow falls in front of me.
