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“I’ve never understood time,” he says in a low voice. His eyes hold mine. “I saw a quote once—Einstein, maybe?—that said time exists so everything doesn’t happen all at once. I wish I was there for you like you are for me.”

“What do you mean?”

He squeezes me against him. I feel him inhale, but he just shakes his head. He stands up. “Back to bed?”

He helps me up. I go with him.

As we get back into bed, I see his phone light up. He grabs it.

“Dove.”

“Did you say Dove?”

He frowns down at the phone, then puts it back on his nightstand.

“Seth,” he says.

I nod. I’ve heard him mention his friend before.

I wonder why the name Dove made me feel so weird just now. Maybe I’m just tired and delirious.

We go to sleep together. The next morning, we go into town on his Harley—me wearing the helmet he grabbed me the other day—and look at the studio again.

“What do you think?” he asks me with his big hands in his pockets.

“I like it. It’s in a good location.”

I go use the restroom and when I come back, he’s hanging up with Mallorie.

“I’m making an offer.”

I squeal and he swings me around the empty space.

“You want to ride bikes home?”

“Um…huh?”

“You told me you used to love to ride your bike. When’s the last time you had a bike?”

“I don’t even know.”

“Let’s get some. On me.”

I laugh. “That’s crazy?”

“And?” He grins and kisses my nose. “C’mon. Any color you want. There’s a bike shop half a block away.”

“You and your GPS.”

“You think it’s hot,” he teases.

I giggle. “I totally do.”

Holding hands, we walk down the block and exit the bike shop with matching royal blue Giant bikes. Barrett’s got a charcoal helmet; mine is lime green.

“You think we should ride these home?”

He laughs. “Gwen. How else will we get them there?”

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