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He silences me with a kiss. A deep, passionate, toe-curling kiss. “I called him to ask if I can romance my girl.”

I lift a brow. “And he said okay?”

Austin’s lips trace tiny kisses along my cheek, my jaw and settling on my neck. “I think you were right. Maybe he is a romantic.”

He escorts me to the table and my mouth waters as the aroma of American Wagyu steak and garlic mashed potatoes fill my senses. When I take my seat, Austin dramatically lifts the napkin in the air before laying it in my lap. “For you, madam,” he says in a fancy voice.

I chuckle to myself before picking up my fork as Austin pours some wine. “What’s the occasion?” I ask before taking a bite.

“One, we don’t need an occasion to be up here or to have dinner together. And two, it’s Friday. Why wouldn’t we have dinner delivered by helicopter to celebrate the weekend?”

“As only a Sexton would say.” I shake my head.

“And as you’ll say one day, too.”

I roll my eyes. I don’t care how rich I might be if I stay with Austin; I would never even think of having my food brought in by helicopter. The idea of marrying him someday has definitely been crossing my mind lately though.

We’re halfway into our meal when Austin’s phone rings, and he reaches for it from his coat pocket. When his eyes meet mine in irritation, he sighs. “It’s Bryce.”

“Why do you always act that way when he calls?”

“Because he’s constantly riding my ass.”

“He’s not that bad of a guy. You two just need to get over whatever tiff you have going on and move on as brothers. I thought you squashed everything after the hospital?”

“So did I. He gave me a few days to recover and then started right back again.”

“Just answer. I’m sure it’s fine.”

He swipes his phone, holding it up to his ear. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?”

I wait, and Austin’s eyebrows pinch together.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down. What boy?” His voice is shouting, making me instantly wonder what’s going on.

I can hear Bryce’s frantic voice on the other end but can’t make out what he’s saying.

“Wait, yes, we did see a little boy. He ran by us in the hall about ten minutes ago,” Austin says to Bryce.

“What’s going on?” I whisper, leaning into Austin.

“He’s what?” Austin asks into the phone, shaking his head. “Who is this kid?”

Austin falls back into his chair. It looks like he’s trying to hold back a laugh and look concerned at the same time, leaving me even more confused.

I put my hand on his, and he takes the napkin off his lap, placing it on the table.

“Don’t worry; we’ll come help you look. He couldn’t have gone far.” He hangs up the phone, finally turning his attention back to me. “You’re never going to believe this …”

THE END…FOR NOW