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She shot me a scrunched look.

“I’m over it. I want it off. Or a 3D-printed one.”

“I know someone we can see about that.”

A cute little laugh escaped her at that.

“What’s funny?”

“You just sound exactly like a mafia guy when you say things like that. I know a guy,” she said, dropping her voice low.

I snorted at that.

“Forgetaboutit.”

That might have even gotten a little laugh.

“Watch it or you’ll be sleeping with the fishes.”

That one definitely got a laugh. But more because of the mock-serious face she put on.

“Your mob references are a little dated, babe.”

“Well, luckily for me, I happen to have a teacher with lots of real-life experience to educate me.”

“That you do,” I said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips.

And she did.

Have me.

Even though I had no idea what that meant.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Caitlin

“I need clothes,” I said as Gav grabbed my hips from behind and pulled me flush against him, his lips going to my neck.

“You really don’t.”

“And my laptop charger. Before I get fired.”

“You can work for me.”

My smile was so big my cheeks ached.

The past forty-eight hours were sex-fueled and sleepy. And perfect. Completely and utterly perfect.

I was achy in unmentionable places.

I’d eaten more vegetables in two days than I had in the past two weeks.

And I was pretty sure I was falling in love with a ranking member of a New York mob family.

Who’d have thought I would ever be able to say something like that?

Though the past few weeks had shown me that I was capable of a lot of things I never would have known if desperation hadn’t pushed me to it.