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“Especially since you stormed out of his room and flew back to Seattle.” Luna winces. “I’m guessing I walked in on the morning after?”

“Yep.” I pop my p.

“Today, babe,” Felicity repeats.

I roll my eyes, knowing she’s right.

“Okay, are we all set?”

Felicity closes her menu and smiles at the waitress. “Yes. Never been clearer.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

JENSEN

Setting my weight on the rack, I sit up on the bench and grab my towel, running it across the back of my neck.

A few days back home in Alberta to see my parents and going for final suit fittings will leave me next to no time to work out. Hollie’s schedule makes Jon’s look like a free skate.

Rising from the bench, I make my way over to the leg press when I hear a thud above the eighties rock music playing from my speakers.

I grab my phone and open the smart camera app.

Kate.

What’s she doing here? And should I throw on a shirt?

Nah, fuck it. Might as well make her Saturday night, remind her of what she’s missing.

Another knock sounds as I step out of the gym and move for the front door. “Patience, Princess!” I shout loud enough so I know she can hear it and no doubt offer me her trademark snarl when I open the door.

Pissed off Kate is the hottest kind of Kate.

But she doesn’t wear a snarl as I open the door to my apartment. Her expression is completely unreadable. For the first time in forever, I can’t read her.

“Hey,” I say, holding the door open in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

“Hey.” Stepping into my apartment, a place she’s been to many times before as part of a group but never alone, she doesn’t pause for one second to admire my bare chest.

Shutting the door behind us with a soft click, I turn and rest my back against it, crossing my ankles.

She looks beautiful today, almost radiant. Her usually thick and luscious blonde hair somehow looks even thicker. Her cheeks glow, and her eyes sparkle.

Twitching her nose, she looks around in disgust. “What’s that smell?”

Because I can’t help myself, I lift an arm and sniff. “One hundred percent man, Princess.”

“Stop calling me that! And I’m not talking about you. What did you have for dinner?”

I run a palm over my mouth to hide my satisfied smile. She didn’t deny that I’m all man. “I wasn’t that hungry, so I made myself a bacon sandwich.”

She slams a hand over her mouth like she’s about to puke. “That is gross!”

“Bacon?”

“Yes!” Her voice muffled by her hand. “Bacon, meat.” She heaves again. “Meat is gross.”

No cock jokes, Jones. Hold it in.