Chapter 30

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Two days later, after seeing the play and exhausting ourselves at the club, we were walking along art gallery row in San Francisco where Max said he had something special to show me. When I asked what it was, he got all shy and evasive.

“You’ll see. Been thinking about buying something since I saw it. Don’t know if it’ll fit into the new cabin’s all.” Max ran a hand through his hair as a couple of men walked by us, eyeing him as if they wanted to tear his clothes off with their teeth. Max, as usual, was oblivious to other men’s stares. “Course, it might not fit in with your plan. Don’t want to mess up anything.”

My lovely Max was absolutely adorable when he was indecisive and pink-cheeked.

“Let’s just look at this horribly awful thing and we’ll see what we can do with it,” I teased. “It can’t be all bad, sweetie.”