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Puppy Love 4EVR.

I couldn’t stop staring at our newest post on social media.

Beau.

Me.

The puppies.

And the hugest rock I’d ever seen on my finger.

It sparkled and took up so much real estate on my finger, it wasn’t even funny.

I told Beau a small ring would work just as well. But he wouldn’t hear of it. He’d said, “Yeah, so everyone can make fun of me being a cheap bastard? I don’t think so, Martin.”

Martin.

He hadn’t called me Geneviève since he’d found out about me letting Sienna have ‘a go’ at him—his words, not mine.

I missed hearing his sexy voice say my name.

In stark contrast, every time he called me Martin, it felt like a knife going through my heart. Reminding me of how I’d hurt him.

I loved it when he used to call me by my last name out of jest or on the ice when we were training.

But the way he said it now contained not one ounce of fun or joking. That bothered me more than I wanted to admit.

Today was moving day, and just like Beau said—his house was huge.

Swimming pool and hot tub in the backyard kind of huge.

I’d lost count of how many bedrooms there were.

But more than enough for the boys to have their own rooms.

And for me to have mine.

Beau stayed in the master suite at the end of the house. It was also huge.

I knew that because of the layout. There were no other doors down there except his. And there was a lot more house up top. If I compared the square footage to the lower level, it had to be—enormous.

There wasn’t a reason for me to go snooping in there.

Yet.

However, the second Beau left the house, I was totally, one hundred percent making a lap through his bedroom.

“Is this it?” Beau asked as he set my luggage down. He was wearing a white T-shirt—correction, a white T-shirt with sweat stains, and blue jeans that made his already tight ass—well, even tighter.

He wiped his forehead with the back of his arm. “Martin?”

“Umm, yeah, I think so,” I said, looking over everything he’d brought.

“Really? It doesn’t seem like everything.” He frowned staring at the boxes and my luggage. “Your place is completely cleared out?”


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