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I look down at our interlocked fingers, calm washing over me.

On the very top of the Geddington Beach Ferris wheel, as he looks out over the Atlantic and enjoys the pastels that paint the sky, Cade grins that too-happy grin.

My heart squeezes.I love you, I want to say.

The smile is evident in his voice as he says, “Thank you, Gigi,” into the top of my head, pulling me closer.

“For what?” I ask, looking up to find his eyes locked on me. My limbs liquify with want.

His gray eyes soften as he studies my face, no longer looking at the view. “Everything.”

Chapter twenty-four

I’m an asshole. I’ll be the first to admit that. Willingly, too. It’s not something I’m particularly proud of, necessarily, but it’s who I am.

And guys like me wreck girls like Gigi. Then again, guys like me don’t do what I did for Gigi yesterday, either. Hell, I don’t normally do that. But Gigi has been so stressed over working, Belinda, juggling the needs of everyone but herself.

I wanted the focus to be on her. For just one day.

And a night, too. Tonight.

Yesterday at the shop, I studied her face. Those baby blues twinkling hopefully at me. She told megood things come to those who wait.

If good things come to those who wait, then devouring Gigi Knox is going to be the best damn thing I ever do.

I washed my sheets and made my bed for the first time since beginning my stay in the apartment. I showered, shaved, and bought a new cologne.

Tonight is for Gigi, and I’m determined to make it that way.

I’m not a guy that gets nervous, but I can’t pinpoint what I’m feeling now, so it has to be something close.

And my brother isn’t helping. Go fucking figure.

“Did you… put your sheets in the washer?” he asks, watching me carry the pile of bedding back into my room. I set it down, then meet him back in the living room, where he’s spread out over his couch.

“Yeah. That a problem?”

EJ holds up defensive hands. “No, no. I just… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wash your own sheets.”

“Go fuck yourself.” I make my way to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge and getting a water. I’m not sure what my issue is, but I’m starting to get lightheaded. I take a long swig as EJ says, “You can admit you’re trying to impress Gigi. Nothing will happen if you do.”

“I’m not trying to impress her,” I say. “I’m making it so she’ll maybe spend more nights with me than just tonight. That’s all.”

“I don’t just mean today, man.” EJ chuckles to himself. “For the past four weeks, you’ve been spending all your time with her, talking to her, and any time you’re not doing either of those, I’m damn sure you’re thinking about her.”

I’m fascinated by the makeup of EJ’s countertops all of the sudden. It looks like granite. Gray, black-speckled… Not granite. Slate?

“Cade. Hello.”

Ah, fuck. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen from me before. Same old Cade, different girl.”

“Seems like it.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I wonder. “You think I’m bullshitting you?”

“I know you are,” my brother says. I scoff. “I’ve never seen you care about anybody this much.”

“I don’t—”

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