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I wanted to hide away in Cade Green’s kiss, in his arms, until the sun came up and took away all this bullshit with it.

Cade seemed to understand my thoughts, like the mind reader he was.

“Okay, well, there’s always M’s Place...” he said carefully.

“You, uh... want to get a drink... with me?” I asked hopefully.

Cade’s eyes furrowed for a moment, his lips pursing as he let out his own breath. He nodded.

“Sure. Come on, I’ll drive,” he said as he nodded in the direction of the parking lot. The only car left at this hour was his, and a part of me felt nervous.

It wasn’t like I’d never been in a car with another man before. Hell, I’ve had sex in the backseat of more cars than I can probably count on one hand.

But something about letting Cade take the proverbial wheel, following him into the tiny, personal space, was both intriguing and scary.

But I did it anyway, because I’ve always been hell for consequences.

Live in the moment was kind of my motto.

So as Cade opened the passenger door for me, as I folded myself into his tiny little white Civic, that was what I focused on.

Cade, my prince charming with a white steed.

CHAPTER 23

Weston

After the second scotch, I started to feel a little better, the edge finally taken off.

Cade leaned against the high-top table, taking a pull of his beer. He’d been nursing the one all evening, which I guess, I could ascertain why. The last time we were both here, we’d gotten sloppy drunk and ended up fucking.

Something that was clearly out of the norm for Cade, though I couldn’t deny the experience hadn’t been a bad one, but...

I wanted him to feel comfortable. Not just here in this bar, but... with me.

I wanted him to trust me, to like me... and not just the me that everyone else gets.

The real me.

The fucked up, hot mess that absolutely doesn’t have his shit together and has more issues than Vogue.

I wanted someone to see my disaster and not turn away.

“So... do you want to talk about it, or...”

“My dad is a grade A dick,” I said, feeling that incessant word-vomit I got around Cade rearing its ugly head.

“He wants me to take over the company, settle down. Build a life here.” I scoff as I took a sip of my scotch.

Cade’s gaze didn’t wander one bit, just stayed fixed on me like he was studying a leopard in its natural habitat or something.

It dawned on me, when he didn’t speak, he was waiting for me to continue, so I did.

“I guess, I just... wish he understood that my life is what I make it, you know?”

Cade nodded.

“Yeah, I do know actually. I, uh... I might not have a dick dad with big expectations, but, um... I’ve always wanted to be the main character in my own life. I built everything I have on my own. I wanted this white picket fence life, like the ones in the movies... because a lot of people told me I couldn’t. Because I was...”

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