Page 104 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

“It’s not going to be very good. It’s dry and lumpy.” Her voice sounds gravelly, and I worry that she’s trying to hide her emotions again.

“Ah, it can’t be that bad. Plus I get pie later, right?”

She turns to me, apparently questioning my meaning, and rolls her eyes when it clicks. She elbows me and I pretend it didn’t hurt, but damn she’s boney. “Has anyone told you that you push too hard?”

I take a moment to stare at the ceiling. “No, I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten that complaint.”

I slide my hand down her arm to grab her hand and pull her toward the family room. She tries fighting me but eventually relents.

“Denver!” I yell.

He barrels down the stairs. “I’m ready.”

He runs into the kitchen, grabs the entire cake, three forks, three waters, and joins us on the couch. The cake ends up in Savannah’s lap as we all dive in while we watch Footloose. It takes Savannah a little while to settle in, but I take it as a good sign when she asks to watch The Breakfast Club after the first movie is finished.

She wasn’t waiting for me naked in my bed when I got home, but somehow, I think we made more progress toward the end goal. Tonight was exactly what she needed.

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