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“Are you going to keep laughing?”

“I’m sorry.” She fanned herself. “Okay, I’m ready. But you can’t expect me not to laugh when you get so engrossed in playing Leonardo.”

She walked over to the chair in the corner of the room to use it as a platform to lean against so she could pretend it was the edge of the ship.

She rolled her neck and did a little hop mimicking Aiden when he was preparing to act out a scene. “Okay, let’s do this.” She leaned against the chair as she glanced behind her to view the scene on the television.

“I changed my mind,” he said from behind her. “How about I pretend to be myself instead?”

When did he get so close?

His breath fanned the side of her neck. “Don’t come any closer,” she said, mimicking the scene. “I mean it. I’ll let go.”

“No you won’t,” he whispered in her ear. “I know you, Summer. You can’t let go and neither can I.”

She sucked in a deep breath at his nearness. “That’s not part of the scene.”

“I know.” He moved to whisper in her other ear. “I’m done acting. Done pretending. At least for tonight. You were right. We’re too old to play games.”