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I raise a brow and ignore him. He can talk.

I was suggesting time off, not time away from me.

Oh. Well in that case, I’ll gladly accept some vacation time.

Destination being my bed.

Funnily enough that’s where I am right now.

Jesus. My cock instantly hardens. She’s staying over rather than going back home. The thought of her in my bed while I’m away feels like something we’d do if she were mine and there weren’t thousands of miles between us.

Think you can stay there for the next eight hours while I fly back?

Tempting…but I need to get some sleep so I can be up early to take my car to the garage.

My eyebrows pull together. What?

Why? What’s happened?

Ugh, she’s broken down on me again. Third time this year.

I’m back in two days. I can look at her for you. Sounds like it’s a recurring problem.

You know about cars?

Studied engineering at college, baby. Plus, I like to mess around with engines. Seriously, if you can wait, let me sort it for you, and in the meantime, use my truck. My keys are on the counter in the kitchen.

Why are you so sweet to me?

Because you turned my life around. You make me smile.

Only to you. And I’m just fixing your car and lending you mine. I can be far sweeter than that.

Oh, I know ;-)

“Are you taking Luna to the gala next month?” Jon breaks me out of my trance.

I close out the text thread with Luna and head straight to order and replace the tools I know I donated when I moved to Seattle but will need to fix her car.

“I haven’t mentioned it to her yet. Why?” But the thought of taking her as my date to the annual Hockey Now gala appeals. A lot. Her in a hot-as-fuck dress, pressed against me all night. Supporting me while I make the public speech I dread so much.

Jon types something into his phone. “Because Felicity wants to meet her.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You told her about Luna?”

He shrugs. “It’s only a matter of time between you two. I’m just helping things along.”

“You told her that Luna is my girlfriend?” Saying it out loud is far less daunting than I thought it would be.

“No. I just told her what I told you. That she’s the one.”

I drag my hands down my face. For fuck’s sake. Reformed playboy turned hopeless romantic matchmaker. “You do know it’s rare to meet your soulmate, let alone it be the first woman you actually date. Most of us never meet the one, if she even exists at all.”

“Call it what you want, Zach. Just don’t piss my wife off. I said you’d be taking her, and she’s excited.”

I quirk a brow from behind my hands and eye him. “Wife?”

He smiles sweetly. “For all intents and purposes, yes. Plus, I’m kind of addicted to saying it.”