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I sit on the edge of the bed and sigh. “How doyouknow I’m going to be at the café?”

I turn to him, and he gives me a wicked grin. “I know where you are at all times, baby.”

I huff. “Of course you do.”

“You’re flattered. Don’t lie to yourself.”

“That you’re obsessed with me? Sure.” But I lean down to kiss him, and he responds eagerly, humming against my lips. I reach out and flick the barbell that pierces his nipple, and he hisses.

“I’ll ask her out tomorrow,” I murmur against his lips, and I feel his smile.

Fuck me.

What have I just agreed to?

4

DEVYN

“So,I take it your anniversary went well?” Skylar asks as we head onto the freeway. Ben had to go into his office early, so my best friend picked me up for work.

I have a car when I need one, but carpooling is much more fun and environmentally friendly!

It’s my first day back since the trip, and I’m excited to see everyone.

This is the best job I’ve ever had—and I know some people might say it’s weird tolovea coffee shop job, but I do.

It’s owned by April and her mom, Tammy, and they’ve made me feel welcome since the first day I started. Besides being a manager, they’ve taught me to bake, and Iadoreit.

I can’t wait to be back. I have a ton of new ideas for macaron flavors.

“It did go well! It was so beautiful there, Skye. You would have loved it. I felt like a princess.”

Skylar groans in disbelief. “Really? Was there a clawfoot bathtub?”

“Yes!”

“You brat. I’m jealous.”

Skylar and I bonded over our love of fancy things. April, however, doesn’t share the same enthusiasm.

Which is ironic, becauseshe’sthe one with a pack of billionaires.

Freaking billionaires.

But she knows Skylar and I love all things luxury, so she’s been spoiling us any chance she gets.

The matching gold friendship bracelets we all wear? Courtesy of April.

“I met Wilson, too. The actual cat,” I add.

“What?” Skylar slams on the brakes at a light and I lurch forward, almost spilling my tumbler of iced coffee. “The cat that’s on the card games we play?TheWilson? The cat I have a plush of?”

“Yes!”

“Augh!”

After a good minute of both of us freaking out about my anniversary trip, I decide to bring up the one event that’s made me feel like a terrible girlfriend.