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stopping smile.
    We never went a day without talking about the ins and outs of our time apart. It had become a tradition that I looked forward to. Besides my mother, I had never had a woman ask me how I was doing…ever. Most women just wanted to talk about themselves. Lizzie was different. She listened to me with her whole body. 
    “Hectic. How about you?” I inquired as I took her hand and kissed every finger before I switched to the other one. Her hands were so small in mine. I relished in the beautiful amethyst and diamond engagement ring that was a permanent part of her hand forever.
    “Meh. I talked to Mrs. Crayton most of the day. Did I ever tell you she took pole dancing lessons this year? I wonder what lucky guy gets to watch that grandmother swivel her hips.” She giggled and placed another block on top of the one Niall just had.
    “You know, we do have room for a pole,” I observed as I whispered into her ear seductively.
    “Oh really? So you like my dancing that much?” She spoke in an equally seductive tone.
    We were immediately on top of each other, kissing and grabbing at each other. Lizzie was my drug. I was addicted to her mouth, her laugh, her ass, her brain. Damn, I even bowed down to her freckles when I count them while she sleeps at night.
    Niall made a noise and clapped his hands. We both turned and laughed at him staring at us, drool making a long line down to the floors. Poor kid, if the passion Lizzie and I have never lets up, Niall would be scarred for life.
    “Dinner?” I asked. Lizzie was pregnant. Of course she wanted dinner.  Although no one knew quite yet, she had started to have mad cravings that would easily out her if anyone sat down for a meal with her.
    “Burger with guacamole and onion rings,” she replied confidently. I laughed to myself. The girl hadn’t known anything about guacamole until I came into her life. It was basically a staple food in South Texas.
    “Sounds good to me. Take out or eat there?” I smiled.
    She was going to say take out. She hated sitting down to dinner with Niall. It stressed her out, bringing toys, and him grabbing at everything on the dinner table.
    “Take out” she replied, still clapping her hands with Niall.
    My cell phone rang and I went into the kitchen to answer it. I didn’t recognize the number but I picked it up anyway out of habit. My business colleagues always had someone calling me wanting me to invest in their companies. Day or night, the software I owned and the businesses I worked for required me for the most idiotic minute issues.
    “Nick Sawyer,” I answered. My ear was blasted with loud background noise and an even louder female voice.
    “Oh, thank God. Nicholas. It’s Samantha. I am at Logan airport and I don’t have a ride. Daddy didn’t set up a car for me and I don’t know where to go. Can you come pick me up, pretty please?” She whined.
    Fuck, fuck, fuck. My mother had told me that Sam was moving back to Boston to work but I didn’t think it would be this soon after the car accident. I hadn’t even told Lizzie about it yet and now, I had to.
    “Can you give me five minutes and I will call you right back?” I asked, darting looks over to Lizzie who was still engrossed in the block game with Niall. I didn’t want to do this right now. I was looking forward to eating cheeseburgers on the floor of the living room and tickling Niall until he passed out. Then it would be Lizzie’s turn.
    I waited for Samantha’s response in sheer panic mode. This was bad. This was very bad. If I even upset Lizzie a little at this point of our relationship, would she run away? Would she start sleeping in her own room again? The last time I brought Sam up to her she freaked out so bad, I was even crying. This girl had me wrapped so tight that just the thought of her not beside me in bed was terrifying.
    “Ok,” she grumbled. Lizzie was not only weary of trusting new people but she was still hurting from Conner’s death so