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My face flamed. “That’s what you’re into?”

“Babe, you could wear a paper bag and I’d still want to fuck you.”

“Will you feel that way in a few months?” I asked quietly. “When my body starts to…look different.”

“Woman, I can’t wait for your body to start changing.”

“You mean it?”

“Yeah, I mean it. To see you growing my kid? Damn right, I’ll love it.”

I paused. “You make it hard to remember why I’m supposed to be mad at you.”

“You’re not mad at me.”

I sighed. “No. I’m not.”

“You miss me.”

“Maybe.”

“You miss my dick.”

“Definitely.”

“You miss my mouth between your legs.”

“Uh huh.” I got up from the couch and headed to the bedroom.

“What else do you miss?”

I bit my lip and closed the door to the bedroom. “Why don’t we do this over video chat, and I’ll show you what I miss.”

* * *

“There’s something different about this pie,” Duke said as he took a bite.

“Something bad?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No. Not bad. It’s fucking delicious. I just can’t put my finger on what’s different about it. It’s apple, but it doesn’t taste only like apple. It’s salty.”

“There’s cheese in that pie,” I said, taking a sip of tea.

Duke paused. “Cheese? No kidding.”

“It’s a big thing in New England. Apple pie with cheese,” I explained.

“Well, damn.” He shoveled in another bite.

“I have to stop off at the bakery real fast and then go to the bank.”

He nodded. “Then you’re going to Leather and Ink, yeah?”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s like I have a tracking device on me. Did Slash tell you?”

“No. Mia did. I’ll come with you.”

“You don’t have to,” I said. “It’s shopping.”


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