Page 38 of The Billionaire's Cinderella

“Look, Ryker. I don’t want to do this dance with you. You’re allowed to change your mind about wanting to get to know me better or whatever.”

“Change my mind?”

“Yes,” I say, taken aback by the crazy look he’s giving me. “Just don’t act like you’re going to call and then ghost me. That would hurt my feelings even worse.”

“Ghost you?”

“What’s happening?” I ask. “Are you a parrot now?”

“Jesus Christ.” He pulls his hands out to smooth his hair back and wipe the water out of his face. Then he gapes at me as though I’ve grown a pair of flippers to deal with all the water out here. “We need to get on the same page here.”

“Good idea,” I say, vaguely insulted because he clearly thinks I’m clueless.

Also vaguely alarmed, because I am clueless.

“I thought you understood, sunshine. I have no intention of ghosting you. Now or ever. I’m crazy about you. It was all I could do to bring you back home and drop you off just now. Don’t you get that?”

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