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“I don’t understand.” She searched my eyes. “Why?”

“Because it’s showing me how tenacious you are. Do you know how sexy that is?” I gently kissed her. “You had your ass kicked emotionally, but now, you’re ready to kick someone’s ass, and I can see that in your eyes.”

Her teeth sank into her lip as she stared at me. “Man, I’m positively crazy about you.”

“Baby …” I whispered, about to fucking devour her at this table.

But I couldn’t.

The chef’s assistant appeared to refill our waters, removing some of the plates we were no longer using and the homemade bread. “I hope you’ve saved room for dessert,” he said. “The chef has prepared his own spin on cake balls.” He smiled before he went back inside.

I lifted Kendall from her seat and set her on my lap, rubbing the center of her stomach. “Do you still have room?”

“For cake balls? Of course.” She winked. “It’s really adorable that you had him make that dessert—along with the rest of dinner. The fact that he served all my favorites didn’t go