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Macy: I laughed when we pulled up next to my private jet. They were all four so excited. We boarded and took our seats. The white leather beneath us still smells new. Even as often as I travel for work, this thing comes in handy. However, it is usually only Clara and I who ride on it. So, seeing their excitement over the small stuff is sweet. I walked to the back and grabbed a chilled bottle of Bacardi before settling myself in my usual seat. I opened my laptop and began watching Victor’s home security footage. The second the scent of the Bacardi hit my nose, I looked at Creed, whose eyes were burning into me, probably with the same memories playing through my mind. I took a deep drink of the rum before I smiled and gave him the slightest hint that I still think about that kiss all th