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“Hm?”

“You were great last night. I mean that. Your dad would be proud of you—even more proud than he already was.” Flint’s gaze was serious. His words sincere.

Zach’s face warmed. “Thanks.”

“I mean it. You saved my ass last night.”

Zach cleared his throat. “It’s a nice ass.”

Flint blinked, then grinned. “Thanks.” He looped his arm around Zach’s shoulders, drew him in for a quick kiss on his temple. “Do you think I’m going to be able to win over that snooty cat of yours?”

Zach considered. “Maybe. How hard are you willing to work at it?”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”

Zach said gravely, “Then I’m betting you’ll be successful.”

Flint said, “And am I going to be able to win you over?”

Zach’s said slowly, “How hard are you willing to work at it?”

Flint said softly, “Whatever it takes, Zachariah.”

Zach leaned in for Flint’s kiss. He whispered, “I think you know the answer to that one.”