His Regret, Rise Of The Boss Lady
I slid into the front seat, the leather cool against my bare legs.
He rounded the hood, climbed in, and started the engine. As we pulled away, we kept waving to Kathie until the estate gates closed behind us and the familiar trail opened up ahead.
“Here,” Kai said a minute later, passing me a small plate of perfectly cut mixed fruit—strawberries, pineapple chunks, melon balls, the works. The boys each had their own little versions balanced on their trays.
“Thank you.” I was starving after helping with the final pack-up. I speared a juicy piece of pineapple and popped it into my mouth, savoring the sweet-tart burst. “Want some?” I held the fork out to him.
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