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I whisper, inhaling deeply again. “One day. I’m pretty sure.”
    He searches my eyes for a long moment before he lets go a soft laugh and dips his face to mine. I close my eyes and bask in the warmth of his kiss as tingles dance across my skin. God... I love this feeling. Always have, from the very first time.
    “I’ll take it.” His low voice rumbles against my lips, and he’s smiling, and I’m biting the inside of my cheek. “I should probably do the shoe closet before I consider asking you though, right?”
    I nod, my teeth still clamped down on the inside of my cheek as I return his smile. “You should definitely do the shoe closet.”
    “Will I get future husband points?”
    “You’ll get blow job points.”
    He steps back, his gaze darting to the stove and the timer. “Reckon I’ve got enough time to get a shelf up right now?”
    “You’re a cock.”
    “No. No.” He touches one finger to my lips, leaning in. “I’m building you a shoe closet, and then you’re getting my cock. Okay?”
    Shoe closet and sex?
    Sign. Me. Up.

D rake started my shoe closet.
    I honestly feel like I need to whisper the words every time I say them because it’s the closest thing to a miracle I’ve ever come across.
    Apart from the time my need to investigate got Brody shot and he didn’t die. But who wants to be reminded of that? Not me, that’s for sure. Especially since he now pulls out the “you got me shot” card when he wants me to do something I don’t want to do.
    The last time? He wanted me to tell a girl that he didn’t want to date her. I threatened to shoot him on the other side of his waist.
    Now, I’m sitting at my desk, wondering what to do with a free afternoon. These things are rare—mostly because my free time usually consists of procrastination—so actually having an empty afternoon is kinda disconcerting.
    Like, what do you do with this crazy thing called time? Do I nap? Eat? Stare at the treadmill for an hour, going back and forth over getting on it before ultimately settling on going to buy a cupcake? Or do I just skip it all and buy the cupcake?
    Ohhh, the cupcake sounds good...
    “Are you free?”
    My head snaps up at the sound of Gianna’s voice. I bite a groan back. I love Drake’s mom, but every time we’ve spoken alone in the last few months, it hasn’t gone...well. She thinks I’m like his voice of reason—which is ridiculous, because I’m not even my own voice of reason—and can convince him that dinner at her house has to happen soon.
    Honestly, the more she brings it up, the more his theory of his dad being there has merit.
    “Sure,” I say, wishing I weren’t. And that I’d gone to get that cupcake. “Come in.”
    She sweeps into my office in her usual elegant fashion, like she is entering a ball in a glittering gown instead of my work space in skinny jeans and a light sweater. “Thank you. Grecia said she wasn’t sure if you were busy,” she says, referring to my assistant. “I’m not disturbing you, am I?”
    “Of course not. What’s up?”
    Gianna tucks her thick, brown hair behind her ear and takes a deep breath. “I tried calling Drake, but he keeps diverting my calls to his voicemail.”
    That sounds accurate.
    “I had breakfast with Malcolm this morning. There’s a reason I’ve been trying harder to get Drake to speak with him.” She swallows hard, and—oh god. She has tears in her eyes.
    “Are you okay?” I ask after a moment of her not speaking. I offer her the box of tissues on my desktop.
    She takes one, pats beneath her eyes, and crumples the tissue into her lap. She meets my eyes, her dark ones watery despite her just drying them. “Last month, he found a lump. Down there.” She waves toward her lap, her meaning obvious.
    I should be creeped that she’s discussing my boyfriend’s father’s man-parts with me, but instead, my mouth is dry, and I think my heart just skipped a beat.
    “He went to doctor and had a biopsy. He found out