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“Are you ready?”

I glanced up from my phone and joined Dominick in the doorway. “Yes, and I’m starving.”

He grabbed my ass and kissed me. “Good. Let’s go.”

I followed him to the garage and climbed into the passenger seat.

“Pancakes?” he asked.

I was already dreaming about the cinnamon roll stack I’d had there the second time I went, the cream cheese icing falling off the sides in globs. “It’s like you know me or something.”

His hand went to my thigh when he wasn’t shifting, and since he lived so close to me, the café only a block from my place, it didn’t take long before we were there. He parked in front, clasping my hand as we walked in. The hostess led us toward the back and into a booth along the wall of windows.

“Coffee?” the waitress asked as she came to our table.

“For both of us,” Dominick replied. “And some orange juice as well.”

“I’ll be right back with your drinks and to take your orders.”

I read the menu even though I already knew what I wanted. “What are you feeling?”

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