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Oh, for fuck’s sake. No, Ididn’t, probably because I was too distracted by all the sex. And thinking about the sex.

Logan: I’ll take your silence as a no.

Me: I hate you.

Logan: No, you don’t.

Me: Fine. I don’t. But I AM annoyed with you for letting me think I had no means of communication all weekend.

Logan: Oh, baby, I think we communicated just fine.

My toes curl when a memory of how well wecommunicatedflashes through my mind.

Me: And on that note, I’m going to shove my phone in my purse before I spontaneously orgasm in the middle of a crowded plane. Talk soon.

Logan: Can’t wait.

12

ROSALIE

I arriveat the café a few minutes before noon and spot Sylvie seated at a corner table, already sipping a mimosa. She raises her glass, grinning, as I slide into the chair across from her.

“You’re allowed to drink now?” I raise a teasing brow, taking a sip from the glass she had the courtesy of ordering for me.

“Yes…” My cousin rolls her eyes. “I pumped right before I left the house, and I’ll pump and dump as soon as I get home. There’s plenty of milk in the fridge to last all day if need be. The girls were both napping during my last pumping sesh, so Hudson ate me out while I was doing it. Orgasms really get the milk flowing.”

“Jesus,” I sputter, practically spraying champagne and OJ all over the table. “Warn a girl, will ya?”

“Have you met me?” Sylvie gives me a wry look.

I raise my champagne flute. “Touché.”

I’ve truly never met someone with less of a filter, at least around adults. Nothing is off-limits with Syl. Her husband’s newfound lactation kink, what it was like to take her first poop after giving birth, the exact length and girth of said husband’s penis, you name it. She’s an open book and completely shameless about it. But Hudson takes it allin stride, smiling at his new bride like she’s the best thing since cavemen learned how to make fire.

“All right, spill it, bitch,” she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I’ve got about ninety minutes before my tits turn into bowling balls, so let’s make it count.”

Of course, that’s the exact moment our waiter shows up to take our order. His gaze keeps drifting to Sylvie’s newly enhanced chest, like he actually believes her boobs are about to morph into sporting equipment. I laugh, flipping through the menu even though I already know I’m getting the same thing as always. Once the poor guy scurries off to the kitchen, I dive into explaining my dilemma.

“I’m still wrapping my head around it.A lot’shappened in the last few days.”

“Okay, lemme start.” Sylvie’s hazel eyes assess me carefully. “You’re definitely rocking a post-coital glow, so I think it’s safe to assume you and Logan banged like bunnies.”

Despite my best efforts to stay composed, I can feel my face flushing again. “Maybe.”

“There’s nomaybeabout it, Rosa.” Sylvie twirls her index finger in my direction. “You don’t getthatkind of glow unless you’ve been burning up the sheets with someone who knows what they’re doing. Did you measure his cock like I asked you to?”

“Shh!” I mouth a silent apology to the woman sitting at the table next to us, literally clutching her string of pearls. “Keep it down. And no, I didnotmeasure anything this weekend. Speaking of…Logan saw your horndog texts, so thanks for that.”

She smirks. “You’re welcome.”

I scratch the bridge of my nose with my middle finger. “I wasn’treallythanking you. I was mortified when I realized he was reading over my shoulder.”

“Eh, you’ll get over it.” Sylvie shrugs. “But back to the important stuff. Are we talking little smokies, bratwursts, or a cucumber?”

My lips twitch. “Oh, cucumber, for sure. One of the longer, fatter ones.”

“Good for you,” she says, clapping her hands excitedly. “It’s about damn time. God can you imagine if you actually went through with the wedding? You would’ve been stuck with Julian’s limp dick for life, or at least until you came to your senses.”