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Marcus.

Preston.

Marcus.

Me.

Marcus. Wow, he keeps jumping in front of his wife like an asshole.

Preston spikes it, and Marcus misses.

Preston takes the ball and prepares to serve but then stops.

Arm stretched out, he hands it to me.

“Win this,” he says, and I grin.

“Seriously? Me?”

“Yep.”

I take the ball, and we swap spots. He spanks my ass on the way by.

I giggle and then serve the ball across the net.

Surprise, Marcus jumps in front of his wife, who has clearly given up trying, but this time, the ball doesn’t make it back over the net.

Cheers erupt around us, and Preston jumps up right before he scoops me into his arms, spinning me around and pressing his lips to mine.

I wrap my legs around him and kiss him back.

“Let’s go back to the room now,” he says.

“Yes, please.”

“Drinks and appetizers are in forty-five minutes. See you all there!” Bash says, and Preston groans.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Chapter

Twenty-One

PRESTON

I want this dinner to be fucking over.

O V E R.

I glance at Grace, who is sitting at my side, leaning in as my arm is resting on the back of her chair.

She’s deep in conversation about the lodge with Camry, who has already planned a summer trip with Bash and the baby.

I won’t lie—I’m itching to get her back to the room, but each time I glance at her and see her smiling and enjoying herself, it stops me.

Watching Grace be herself is something to see. It’s different from watching her in Lovers. This Grace is relaxed and happy, not constantly worrying about how to fix something.

She’s simply herself.