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As if that was good enough, he nodded, stood, and walked to her side. “Are you hungry? I thought I’d make lunch before you get started again.”

“You cook?”

“Well, I’m not Gordon Ramsay, but I know enough not to starve.”

“A ringing endorsement.”

He chuckled. “I’ve got cold cuts from the deli. I can manage slapping meat between two pieces of bread.” They both laughed. “Maybe I should rephrase that.”

“I seem to be rubbing off on you. Not sure that’s necessarily a good thing.”

“I can think of worse.”

And cue the heart-eyes.

The man was one big walking contradiction.

It was enough to drive any socially inept girl insane.

Chapter Six

Colt

“How’s it going?”

“Good. I’ve almost got the website finished.” Ivy sat up from the computer, stretching her arms over her head.

The move pushed her tits out. Colt quickly darted his eyes to her face. And they promptly landed on her lips. He’d spent the last few hours reminiscing and kicking himself in equal turns for kissing her earlier and didn’t need the reminder.

He shouldn’t have kissed her.

It did bother him Ivy seemed to dismiss their kiss so easily. Okay, bother was putting it mildly. Irritated was a better word. Especially getting shown up by a thirteen-year-old named Billy Weinstein. His ego wasn’t huge, and she’d managed to crush it.

Or had that been a cover? His ego liked to think it was. Was she still thinking about it like he was? Looking at her now, he would say, an unequivocal no. She looked tired, not dreamy-eyed. Even in the fading light, he could see her eyes were red.

“You’ve done enough for one day.”

She nodded and covered a yawn. “Agreed. I can come back tomorrow and finish if you don’t have plans.”

“No. I’m free.”

“Great. Let me just get my stuff, and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“You don’t need to leave.” He hoped that didn’t sound as desperate as it felt. Why did he feel panic at the thought of her going? Oh, yeah, because of those feelings he was pretending he didn’t have. “I mean, you haven’t eaten since lunch. The least I can do is take you to dinner.”

She glanced down at herself. “I’m not exactly dressed to go out.”

“I washed your jeans. They came out of the dryer about an hour ago.”

“Oh. Well, thank you. You didn’t have to do that.” Her cheeks grew red. “You didn’t, um, notice anything unusual?”

“Unusual?”

“Yeah, you know, like—”

“Like your panties stuffed in the pocket?”

“Yeah, that.”

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