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Jon

There’s nothing olive in this store.

Me

What store are you in?

Jon

Macy’s.

Me

And there’s nothing olivey in there?

Jon

No, Jack, there is not.

Wait, I’ve found something. Thank the Lord.

I look up from my phone just as Kendra pulls open the passenger door and climbs in.

“How did you get a space here?” Her face drops to the gift in my lap.

“Made friends with Ted.” I point at the security cabin.

She pulls on her seat belt and clips it in place. “Wait, so you talked Ted into letting you park here?”

I shrug. “Yeah.”

“Why?” She blows out a laugh.

I lean across and rest my palm on her cheek. “Because it’s wet and cold, and if you were my girlfriend, you wouldn’t be walking in it. Not even two hundred yards.”

I keep my eyes on hers before I shift into drive and head for the main car park. “Ready for your gift?”

When I finally park again, she’s staring out the passenger window.

“Kendra?”

“Yeah?” She turns to face me with a shine in her eyes.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” I reach across and run a hand through her long, towel-dried hair.

She rolls her lips together and twists her hands in her lap. “At what point do we stop this, Jack? The arrangement we made.” The tinge of sadness in her voice leaves a lump in my throat.

“Come here.” I reach across and unbuckle her belt, setting her card and gift down on the floor.

Kendra climbs across the center section and straddles me,and my hands find her jean-covered ass. Everything we did last night and then this morning races straight to my dick.

“When do you want to stop, Kendra?” I ask her the question since the answer for me is simple.

Never. I never want to stop. There’s nothing temporary about forever, and that’s as far as I can see with the girl in my lap.

She winds her hands around my neck and presses her forehead to mine. “Not yet.”

With my lips resting against hers, I wish I could reach inside her head and figure out all she’s thinking. We’re alike in so many ways, but I’m slowly realizing that part of my obsession with this girl is the cards she keeps close to her chest. The parts of her she holds back that I’m desperate to discover.