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“You remember the code?” he asked.

I snorted. “Quincy, you never gave me the code to remember.”

“Oh, that’s what you meant by my brother let you in.” He was quiet for a few long seconds before he said, “I’m an idiot.”

I wasn’t going to disagree with him.

“I’ll buzz you in. Then give you the code when you get here,” he promised.

I agreed, then started the drive back to his place, which took me quite a long time due to an accident.

By the time I got there, I’d already contemplated opening the box of wedding cake three times.

There was only so much patience I had, and I’d spent the majority of the day denying myself because I wanted Quincy to have it with me.

So far foodwise I’d had two cookies, a Danish, a bear claw, and a couple of cinnamon doughnuts.

By the time I arrived, I was salivating and couldn’t take it anymore, so I reached for the brownie that I thought to save for him.

Ringing the buzzer, I was let in immediately, and made the short trek down the hall toward his apartment.

Apparently, he and three of his brothers lived in same building, while the rest of them shared a complex a couple of blocks down.

I walked past what I knew to be Gable’s door and started to knock on Quincy’s door. It opened before I could get my knuckles to the wood.

“You’re here,” he breathed.

I smiled shyly at him, taking in the rumpled clothes that I’d seen him in yesterday.

He looked worn out.

And sexy as hell.

I wondered if he was wearing underwear under his clothing.

“What,” he said as he stepped back and allowed me into his apartment, “is that?”

I grinned and held out the large bakery box.

I was halfway through a brownie with powdered sugar dusted over the top of it.

“This?” I asked, pointing at the box.

“Yeah,” he jerked his head to the hand where the wedding cake sampler box was.

“This,” I said as I pointed, “is our dinner.”

“What is it?” he asked as he peered inside.

“A wedding cake sampler box,” I answered around a bite full of brownie. “I went to this new place after I grabbed a box of tampons from Walgreens around the corner. It’s called Pie Hard. One of her signature ‘things’ is a wedding cake sampler box. She said that they’re very popular right now, and it was one of her suggestions. So I grabbed it. It has seventeen different icings, twenty-four different types of cake, and the cutest little spoons.”

“How about we order in,” he suggested. “And maybe get you some real food instead of just sugar? Then when we’re done eating, we can let that digest for a few hours, then we can dig into your wedding sampler box.” He paused. “Gable saw you today with that and accused me of not telling him that we were getting married.”

I snickered. “I didn’t intend to get it, to be truthful. But apparently these are all the rage right now. Inspired, I got one.”

He took the box from my hands and placed it gently on the coffee table, then went about pulling out every single takeout menu there was in his drawer next to the trash can and showed them to me. “Which one?”

I thought about what sounded the best, then told him my honest answer. “If it’s all the same to you, I just want to keep eating this.”