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couple of more seasons in the NFL. His position is tough. Hard on the body. He doesn’t want to hurt himself and be forced to retire. He wants to leave on his own terms.

After that, he wants to go back to California. That’s his native state, and it’s mine too. It might be expensive to live there, but with what Mitch makes, money is no object.

Isn’t that exciting? I remember thinking I would never know what it’s like, to not have to worry about money, and now I’m living the dream!

Oh, I’m still working, though. Mama has to make her own money, am I right? I found a job at a high-end salon in the Wilder Hotel, of all places. The salon is part of their renowned day spa. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Caroline mentioned the position since she knew I was moving to Las Vegas, I went in for the interview a few weeks ago, and got a job offer on the spot.

Despite missing my close friends, my life is somehow…perfect. I want to pinch myself, just to make sure I’m not in the middle of a dream.

Nope, this is my real life.

We arrive at our house to see the movers are already there, and they’ve started unloading the truck. Most of my furniture is sitting in the driveway, and it’s not the most high-quality stuff. IKEA has been my favorite place to shop, especially on my budget.

“My stuff looks shabby,” I say on a sigh as Mitch parks next to the curb and shuts off the engine.

“We’ll get new stuff.” He grabs hold of my hand and pulls me in close for a kiss. “Come on, let’s get this going.”

Mitch opens the garage and we start going to work. I’m directing movers and Mitch is helping them. They’re all dazzled to be in his presence, and I get it. He’s rather dazzling to me too. He takes photos with them. Signs autographs. Speaks to them in low, hushed tones so I can’t tell what he’s saying, but whatever it is, they kick into high gear and start unloading that truck at a rapid-fire pace. They’re done in less than sixty minutes.

Once the truck is gone and we’re standing in the garage, eyeing the many boxes that are now filling the space, I have to ask him, “What did you say to those guys?”

“I gave them each an extra hundred bucks if they could get it all unloaded in less than an hour,” he explains with a shrug.

“That cost you like…four hundred dollars.”

“Worth it, because now they’re all gone.” Smiling, he walks over to where I’m standing and pulls me in for a bear hug. I snuggle against his chest for a moment, savoring his warmth, his scent. I can never get enough of his hugs.

“We still have to move most of this stuff into the house,” I murmur.

“I’m gonna buy you all new stuff. Furniture, clothes, knickknack shit. Whatever you need,” he says.

I pull away so I can look into his eyes. “Knickknack shit?”

“Whatever you want.” He kisses my forehead. “I love you.”

We’ve only just started saying that to each other, and a thrill moves through me every single time I hear those words. “I love you too.”

“Want to go have sex on the kitchen counter?” He waggles his brows at me like some sort of lecherous perv. Which I suppose he sort of is.

But he’s all mine. And I wouldn’t want him to be anything else but what he is.

“Are you wanting to do it in every room of the house?” I ask.

“Eventually.”

“That granite countertop is going to be cold on my butt,” I tell him as he grabs my hand and leads me inside.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you warm,” he promises with a wicked smile.

I know without a doubt Mitch Anderson will keep his promises.

Especially when it comes to me.

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Chapter One

Kelsey

As time goes on and I only get older and somehow not wiser, I recently made a secret vow with myself. None of my friends know this, though I’ve said it out loud a few times around them. Problem is, none of them take me seriously. They all just laugh and think I’m kidding.

I’m not.

Anyway, my vow is this:

I’ve sworn off men.

It sounds extreme, I know, and this is a temporary situation but come on. Let’s be real right now. They’re all terrible.