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“Mark and I are gonna buy a food truck. We’re going to open Hot and Cold. We’re doing all this together.”

“Wait, wait, whoa.” Sadie held up her hands. “You just said you want to invest in my café. How can you have the money to do both?”

“It wouldn’t be all my money for Hot and Cold. It’s also Mark’s. And hopefully Perry’s. We’re still working on Perry.”

“Okay, but you’re… You…”

Joan brushed Sadie’s hair back. “I know you think I can’t do that and my current job. I’m giving that up. I don’t want to do it anymore.”

“But you do so much good,” Sadie said.

“I want a normal life. Making food with Mark, and coffee with you. I…”

I want to start a life that has you in it.

Sadie gazed down at the carpet for several long moments. When she looked up, she squinted at Joan’s face. “Are you sure? Have you given it enough thought?”

“So much thought,” Joan assured her. “Mark and I have been trying to get out—I mean, get this going—for a long time.”

“You’d really give up that life for…”

“The chance to do an honest day’s work and come home to you? Yes. Absolutely.”

Sadie just stood and stared at her.

Panic flared up. What if Sadie was only with her because she wanted to be with Catch? What if Food Truck Joanie wasn’t who she wanted?

“Yes,” Sadie finally whispered.

“Yes?” Joan took a tentative step toward her.

“Yes.”

She took another step until their noses nearly touched. “Is it okay? Is it what you want?”

Sadie rested her fingers on Joan’s white-and-red shirt. “I want it all. Yes to everything.”

Sparks ignited under her skin. She smiled at the huge grin stretching across Sadie’s beautiful face. They laughed, and kissed, and held one another.

Sadie cupped Joan’s jaw and drew her in for a deep kiss. Joan took Sadie’s face in her hands as fireworks exploded from her heart and traveled through her body.

“Joanie,” Sadie sighed.

Joanie.That was who she wanted. Not Catch. Not anyone but her Joanie. “That’s me,” Joan murmured.

Desire flashed and melded with her fire, causing it to bubble. Ooh, shit. She kissed down Sadie’s neck, breathing in some cooling air.

Sadie tickled under her shirt and up her spine. Joan bit at the hollow of Sadie’s neck and dug her fingers into Sadie’s hips.

“I’m good on talking for now,” Sadie breathed.

Joan hummed against her throat. “We can…talk…about the specifics…ungh…later.” Her knees nearly gave out as Sadie slid her hand down Joan’s breast.

“Mmm. Much later.” She lightly squeezed through the stretchy material on Joan’s sports bra.

Joan tugged Sadie’s hips until their bodies touched. ShewantedSadie so, so desperately. Sadie’s mouth, her tongue, her hands everywhere. Just the thought made her fire rise from deep inside. Way too much fire.

She tried to step away, only Sadie came with her. Sadie started toward the bedroom, pulling at Joan. Kissing with a hunger that spoke of her own needs. Fisting Joan’s shirt in her hands greedily. Possessively.