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As soon as I get to my office on Monday, I look up Candy. Sure enough, she’s a pretty successful model who goes by the name Dee Anne professionally. She’s been on a lot of covers and there are outtakes from her shoot for Sports Illustrated that are stunning. She has the body I always wished I could have but I’m not in my twenties anymore. For the most part, I’m happy with who I am and how I look.
Especially now.
Rage pretty much worshipped every inch of my body over the weekend. We never left the apartment on Sunday, which was kind of nice. I made breakfast—that’s his favorite meal of the day—and then ordered takeout for dinner. We watched two movies—a rom com I chose and a war film he picked—and the rest of the time was spent naked. Hell, most of the time was spent naked, other than when we went out to lunch with Garth and Candy, and while I was cooking.
Apparently, Rage doesn’t love clothes when he’s at home. I mean, with a body like his, why would anyone want to cover it?
“Good morning.” Courtney peeks her head in and holds out Celeste.
“Is this my daily dose of cuddles?” I ask, laughing and taking the baby.
“You didn’t get any all weekend.”
“Oh, I got plenty all weekend,” I reply with as straight a face as I can manage.
“Yeah?” She perches on the edge of my desk with a grin. “Do tell.”
“Exactly what you might imagine—lots of hot, energetic and very pleasurable sex. He spent the weekend at my place.”
“No wonder you both took the weekend off.” She peers at the pictures on the monitor. “Who’s that?”
“Dee Anne, the model. She’s dating Rage’s old mentor from his fighting days.” I pause. “I think he’s going to do this charity fight for cervical cancer.”
Her brows inch up. “Yeah? He hasn’t shown interest in fighting since he left. Other than for workout purposes.”
“Well, Garth made him a tempting offer.”
“That must be what he and Daniil are talking about in his office.”
“He’s torn. I know he wants to but he’s cognizant of the possibility of injury and putting his face out there in public.”
“Anyone who’s a fan of the sport already knows what Rage the Cage looks like. This won’t be anything new.”
“I think he’s worried about our clientele.”
“If it wasn’t for charity, it might be an issue, but I think it’ll be fine.” She stands up. “Well, I’m off to work out. Dan keeps her so I can have a little time to focus.”
“I can keep her,” I say with a smile. “I don’t have anything pressing to do today.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. Besides, it’ll be good practice for me.”
“Okay, you don’t have to ask me twice. If anything does come up, just take her to Dan. He’ll be gone for twenty minutes while he takes Micah to preschool, but then he’ll be back.”
“I think I can handle a baby for twenty minutes.”
“She’s fed and changed but there’s a bottle and diapers in the bag.” She motions to the diaper bag at her feet.
“Okay. Have a good workout.” I settle Celeste in the crook of my left arm and then navigate the mouse with my right hand. The infant seems content to just sit and take in her surroundings, probably fascinated by all the lights and colors of my ten monitors.
She lets out a tiny whimper after about ten minutes and I gently bounce her. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “You getting bored? Want to go for a walk?”
“I can take her.”
I whirl, startled to find Rage standing there with a faint smile.
“You want to hold her?”
