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Kaleb:You can’t deny me your sexy body.

His comment makes me laugh.

Me:We don’t have a choice.

I turn my phone on silent and hook it up to charge, face down by my bed. I don’t want to see his response. I am falling for him. My brother almost caught us tonight. This whole plan can go from brilliant to catastrophic in a blink of an eye.

Kaleb and I are done.

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

Kaleb

I spend the next week working out and hanging with the guys during the day. Maddie is busy with work. I know because that was the single text she sent me when I suggested another hotel rendezvous. Things can’t be over with us. I like talking to her. She knows about my past. We are friends. A friend I am seriously attracted to and have great sex with. I don’t have a comparison, but I don’t need one. I know how I feel, and I have never felt this way before about a woman. This thing between us has to end at some point. We clearly aren’t meant to be together, but we can ride out this little affair while I’m home for the summer.

Problem is, she won’t talk to me. She’s dropped Asher off every night for hockey camp. She waves to me and leaves. It’s maddening. Now it’s Saturday again and I want her in my bed. I miss the feel of her body against mine. I miss talking to her. Only tonight she is working at a wedding. I tell myself we will somehow find time in Florida to be together, but that seems impossible because how will we find time to run off?

I head over to Brett’s apartment. He’s babysitting Asher tonight and I figure I’ll go hang with them.

I walk in and the guys aren’t in the main room. I hear cursing from the bathroom. I walk over to the open door. Asher is hanging over the toilet puking, and Brett seems flustered.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“I don’t know. We had sushi for lunch. Then about two hours ago Asher said he wasn’t feeling well, and now he’s puking and I’m feeling…” He pauses, and his cheeks puff out as his eyes turn wide.

“Shit,” I curse and move out of his way. He takes off running for his room and then I hear him puking.

Asher throws up into the toilet. “It’s okay, buddy.” I rub his back. “I know it doesn’t feel good, but it’s better you get it out.”

He pukes some more. It smells awful and I feel terrible for him.

I reach over to the towel bar and grab one of the smaller towels. I turn the faucet on warm and I wet the towel.

“Let’s wipe you up here,” I say. I wipe his mouth and cheeks.

“Thanks,” he murmurs.

“Sorry you’re sick,” I say to him. “Do you still feel like you’re gonna puke?”

He shakes his head.

“Okay, if you feel it coming back up again, make a run to the toilet,” I advise.

He nods.

I flush the toilet and wash my hands with soap and water. That’s super gross. I used to take care of Jack and Jane when they got sick, so I have a clue of what to do. Google was my best friend.

“Come have a seat on the couch,” I suggest to Asher.

He walks over and climbs on the couch and then he shivers.

“Here, let’s get you covered,” I say, taking one of the throw blankets.

I grab the remote. “Can you find something to watch on television?”

He nods.

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