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“No, you won’t,” Cate said firmly.

“Excuse me?” Samantha said to her coldly, looking her up and down. “This has nothing to do with you.”

Why was Samantha dripping water all over the floor? That was rude and inconsiderate. Someone could walk in and slip.

Could she not have wrapped up in a towel? Especially when the bathing suit she was wearing, and Cate used that term loosely, was white and decidedly see-through.

This wasn’t actually her house.

No matter what she thought or wished.

Although Cate knew that Samantha might move in with Rhodes one day. She’d certainly hinted at it a few times. And Cate knew she’d have to move out. There was no way she could live here with Samantha. And she knew that the other woman wouldn’t want her here, either.

“It has everything to do with me,” Cate told her. “Ethan was defending me because you were being rude. And now you’re threatening his job. Which isn’t happening.”

“It is. You don’t think that as soon as I tell Rip what he said to me that he won’t fire him?”

“That’s exactly what I think. Because when he comes and asks me what Ethan said to you, I will tell him what was said. Word for word.”

Samantha narrowed her gaze at Cate, then she turned to sneer at Ethan. “Your job is safe. Have fun with the ice queen. Make sure you don’t get frostbite on your tiny dick.”

She stomped off, her ass cheeks jiggling.

That wasn’t what Cate needed to see before she’d even had her morning coffee. What was Samantha even doing up this early?

“You didn’t have to do that,” Ethan said softly.

He was staring at her strangely. She didn’t understand that look. But for some reason, she liked it.

You really need to get away from him. Before you do something crazy.

Cate slid off the counter.

“Careful,” Ethan chided, reaching for her, but she stepped aside to avoid his touch.

Not because she didn’t like it, but because she’d liked it a bit too much. Even though she hadn’t really been able to feel his touch through her thick dressing gown.

Don’t be silly, Cate.

You don’t need to know what his touch felt like.

What she did need to do was tell him politely but firmly that she did not want to spend any time with him. The idea of it was preposterous.

Right after she asked him the question burning on her tongue.

“How does she know that your dick is tiny?” she demanded.

His mouth dropped open.

Hmm. She hadn’t expected to surprise him so easily.

“She doesn’t know that. She just said that to insult me.”

“Ahh.” She tried not to analyze the relief she felt coursing through her. What did she care whether Samantha knew anything about his dick?

Cate wasn’t the slightest bit interested in his genitals.

Liar.

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