“Well, in case she tries again, just know that I don’t love Felicity. I mean, yes, I did, but I’ve completely moved on. I promise.”

“And just FYI, I don’t love Marcus anymore,” Sloane whispered. “I promise.”

Brady nodded. “Good. Glad we both cleared that up.”

“Yeah. Good.”

“So does that mean that we are good? You know, as a couple?”

He felt her movement through his shoulders as Sloane nodded.

“Yes,” she said. “Back to faking it.”

“Good.”

They lapsed into another silence. One that felt weirdly content, despite the fact that one of them was literally on top of the other. It wasn’t until Sloane made a little yip sound that Brady was jogged out of the feel-good vibes that had taken over.

“What’s going on?” he asked, ready to storm through the back door and fight off Thomas if he had to.

“It’s Justus.” Sloane wiggled around. Then she was talking in hurried whispers to the boy through the open window. When she cussed lower, Brady knew it was about to get interesting fast. She did some more wiggling until her hands left his shoulders altogether. “Get ready, Brady,” she warned him.

He didn’t get a chance to ask for what.

Sloane told Justus to pull.

Brady whirled around and looked up.

Never in his life would he have thought he’d be watching a grown woman fall out of a window, on purpose, with every intention of being caught by him.

But Sloane did just that.

And pants-less, to boot.

“Holy—”

Brady didn’t get a chance to say another word before Sloane was a ball of flailing limbs against him. If she hadn’t been so small and if he hadn’t been so big, they both would have hit the ground hard. Thankfully, Brady was able to stabilize them while swinging her around to hold like someone would a baby.

A baby who was wide-eyed and cussing.

When she realized she was okay, Sloane issued an order he was more than happy to follow.

“Let’s get out of here!”

Brady put her down and barely missed being hit by a pair of black flats. Justus’s head poked out of the window, and then he was gone.

No jeans floated down, so Brady scooped up the shoes and ran to the driver’s side of the truck, sliding in behind the wheel with a wild and giddy feeling. Like he was a teen again and had just managed to sneak out of his parents’ house.

Sloane must have been feeling it, too. She actually whooped as he sped away into the adjoining parking lot. She was still laughing when they made it to the main road.