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362 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 13, 2022
“So…” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You’re not Walt’s secretary.”
“No, I’m not. Always a good sign when a man assumes any woman who works in a building is a secretary.”
“Always a good sign when the new owner of an NFL team doesn’t even recognize the quarterback.”

He kissed the way he played. With a fierce kind of grace and a controlled kind of power. But there was some dark, animalistic energy beneath the surface that he had trained himself to discipline. Like the wolf he had tattooed on his arm. And the most honest thing I could admit to myself right then was that I had that energy too. I had disciplined it with spreadsheets and denial, and he was the first person I’d met who could bring it out of me.




Known far and wide as “Decker the Panty Wrecker” since his college days.I was so sick of hearing about all the women he's had. Here's a small example around the 70% mark.
"I had a personal assistant who used to do this type of stuff for me.”Now that he’s older, he's a reformed manwhore apparently! *I will note that he doesn’t sleep with ow once he’s met the h.
“What happened to her?”
I hesitated. “She, we, uh—”
“You banged her, didn’t you?” Dash gave me a cocky grin...
I grinned too. “Yeah.” We laughed and took pulls off our beers.



“We need to remember to keep up appearances. By which I mean I will act like I still find you arrogant and condescending, and you need to pretend to still be annoyed and aggravated by everything I say and do.”
“Trust me, I won’t be pretending.”
“Trust me, neither will I.”
“It’s been a while since I was anyone’s boyfriend, but I’m pretty sure I’m good at it.” He kissed my forehead. “I want to be. For you.” His body stiffened. “Fuck, that was cheesy. Forget I said it.”
I laughed and then remembered we were trying to be discreet and lowered my voice. “Nope. I’ll never forget it.” I got on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
“Whatever.”
“I love you.” It was surprisingly easy to say.
I thought it would be a big, difficult moment. But she gave me a small, dreamy smile and, on a pleasant sigh, said, “I love you too.”
It wasn’t hard for either of us because every part of us already knew the truth about how we felt about each other. We weren’t speaking something new into existence. We were just naming something that was already there.