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"Please do."

He smiles, his thumbs moving over the sides of my hoodie.

"Isla called me your Baylor."

"Did you correct her?"

I look down at him. "Should I have?"

"No."

He says it so easily that I have to kiss him. His hand slides around my back, keeping me close for another moment before he lets me lift my head.

"Penelope asked for my pricing," I tell him. "For office events."

"That’s great."

"How’s Sprinkles?" I ask.

"I checked a couple of things. I’m going to talk to Dad again before I do anything else."

He tips his head toward the laundry bag. "You taking me up on the washer?"

"Unless the offer expired while I was out."

"Nope, it’s still available."

"So is the girlfriend position?"

His smile widens. "Sorry, I filled that position this morning."

I look down before he can see quite how pleased I am with that answer.

"Good. I’m sure she’s exhausting."

He licks his lips. "Actually, she’s growing on me. Though her taste in television is questionable."

"You didn’t seem to mind my questionable TV last night."

"That’s because you have no idea what level of trash TV I’d be willing to endure just to sit next to you, Cupcake."

I laugh and move toward the stove before he can pull me into his lap.

"I’ll start dinner."

"Can I help?" he asks.

"Yes. Keep the ice on."

"Didn’t realize I had such a demanding girlfriend."

I smile as I take a pot from the cupboard.

"Apparently, she’s growing on you."

Chapter Seventeen

Wolf