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I laughed. “I just straightened my hair.”

I rubbed some lotion onto my smooth legs. I knew some girls went into hibernation during the winter in the sense that they didn’t shave as much, but I didn’t have the luxury. After all, I didn’t have just one guy that might poke fun at me; I had at least three of them that would. Maybe when I got more comfortable in our relationships, I wouldn’t care as much, but I needed to put some effort into it, especially since they were.

“Then you can wash my back.” Noah grinned as he took his t-shirt off. He made his pectoral muscles bounce up and down, and I laughed, even though it was kinda sexy.

I mock pouted. “I wish I could, but I also have to go down to the new conference room. Drake asked me if I wanted to go with him. I guess they made little improvements to the new ones and added a kitchen for them.”

The original conference rooms and offices were still in repair from our attack. The new ones were definitely an improvement.

“So you much rather cook then take a shower with me?” Noah griped with a smile.

“No, dear,” I stood up in my towel and advanced towards him. “I would much rather shower with you, but I already promised to meet Megan and Sierra with Drake. I guess a few more people were added to the guest list, and there’s no way Megan and Sierra can do it on their own, and I’m already late.”

I stood on my tiptoes and brought his lips down to mine. I knew the name of his game the moment he lightly nipped my bottom lip. His tongue entwined with mine, and I ran my fingers through his auburn waves.

He moaned deep in his throat. “Can I share your bed tonight?” he asked when our lips parted, his breathing ragged.

I smiled up at him. “Yes, it feels like it’s been forever.”

“It has been,” he grumbled. “Between helping Harry, which I’m not complaining about, and our lives, it’s been at least two weeks.”

“When I get back from Greg and Miranda’s apartment, I’ll come to meet you in my bed,” I promised him before giving him another quick kiss.

“Hey, Blake?” Drake came into the room. “Oops sorry. I thought you were almost ready.”

I laughed at his expression. “I am. Noah was just trying to distract me. Let me slip on some clothing real quick.”

I patted Noah’s chest before spinning to my closet. I opened it up and began to shift through my clothing. I didn’t want to bum it. Lately, I’ve been rocking the sweats and tanks entirely too much.

“Can you wear that red dress that Anna made and your black leather jacket?” Noah requested.

I laughed. “You know it’s just family and friends at dinner, not a night out, right?”

“It was.” Drake gave me an impish smile. “I just sent Jemmy a text and suggested that she dress up and let the other girls know. I’ll go change my shirt.”

I let out a surprised laugh. “I expected that underhanded behavior from Noah, Jaxson, or Troy. Not you.” I pointed an accusatory finger at him.

Drake gave me a playful smile. “What? I wanted to see you in that red dress, too.” He shrugged.

“So who’s idea was it to dress up?” Megan asked as she chopped some onions.

“Drake’s,” I said immediately as I removed my leather jacket and tied on my apron.

I had to admit to myself that I secretly enjoyed dressing up tonight. The halter dress nearly fit me like a second skin but was light enough to give me freedom of movement. The hemline fell about three inches above my knees, so I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable bending over.

“Whoa, bus driver,” Drake teased before kissing my cheek. “I thought you girls loved any reason to dress up.”

“We do,” Sierra smiled.

I noticed that she was wearing Anna’s yellow high waisted skirt with large black buttons running down the middle. She paired it with a black off-the-shoulder top and a bright yellow headband. In short, she looked hot.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Master Chef,” I teased Megan.

“Can you peel and devein the shrimp?” Megan asked. “You too, Drake.”

“Sure… give us the tedious job,” Drake teased. “You know they sell peeled and deveined shrimp at the market.”

“True,” Megan stated with a shrug. “But they weren’t on sale, and when you’re feeding as many people as we are it’s good to look for the sales.”


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