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Fucking hell.

I should change the song.

Right away.

I really should.

But instead, I listen to the whole damned thing, three times through, while touching myself during the second cycle and making myself come during the third,the same way I did in the middle of the night.Two orgasms in a matter of hours? It’s a record for me.

When I’m done pleasuring myself, I pull an earbud out and listen for any signs that Caleb is still jerking off. But the house is silent, the only sounds coming from the lake and the breeze outside.

I throw on some clothes and head to the bathroom. Thankfully, Caleb’s door is still closed when I pass by, which I’m hoping means he drifted off to sleep after getting himself off.

From the bathroom, I head into the kitchen, where I make myself some jam and toast from the few supplies we brought over from my parents’ house last night. I’m pretty sure Caleb didn’t notice me bursting into his bedroom, so atleast there’s that. But, still, Caleb not knowing what I witnessed doesn’t mean I didn’t witness it. And, unfortunately, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to eradicate that insanely hot image from my mind.

Movement in the doorway catches my attention. It’s Caleb striding into the kitchen in gray sweats and a dark T-shirt.

“Good morning, babysitter.”

“Good morning, babysittee. How’d you sleep?”

“Like a baby who’s being babysat.” He chuckles. “You?”

“Not great. But I never sleep well in a new place.”

He indicates the half-eaten toast and jam sitting on my plate. “That looks good. Where’s the bread?”

“You want the rest of mine? I took a couple bites and realized I’m not hungry.”

“You sure?” When I nod, Caleb plops into a chair across from me, slides my plate to him, and takes a huge bite of toast. “Is it too early to FaceTime your dad to show him around the house? I’d love to get his take on what the place needs.”

I sigh with relief. Clearly, he doesn’t know I witnessed him jerking his salami this morning while groaning out my name.Thank God.

“My dad’s an early riser,” I say. “And so is Raine, so I’m sure he’s up with her.” I jut my chin toward his plate. “Finish eating, and we’ll make the call.” With that, I get up and pretend to concentrate on the business of making coffee, even though I can physicallyfeelhis eyes on my ass the entire time.

Chapter 10

Caleb

“Take my truck into Billings,” Aubrey’s father, Joe, insists. “Rather than your rental car. They probably won’t have all the lumber you need in stock, so you’ll probably have to order it. But take Big Betty into Billings, just in case.”

“Big Betty?” I ask.

“That’s what my father lovingly calls his truck,” Aubrey interjects behind me with a laugh.

“She’s my pride and joy,” Joe says, matching his daughter’s chuckle. “Other than you, of course, Shortcake.”

I’m on a FaceTime call with Joe, standing on a patch of grass in front of my rotting deck, with Aubrey standing nearby. We’ve just finished giving Joe a visual tour of the place, from top to bottom, and he wound up independently confirming all his daughter’s suggestions from last night. Although Joe added a suggestion of his own: replacing the roof, if I decide to keep the place. I can’t fault Aubrey for not including the roof on her list of suggested fixes, though, since we didn’t climb up there last night in the dark. If we had, I’m sure Little Miss Meticulous Aubrey Capshawwould have mentioned that idea, too. As I’m beginning to learn, Aubrey is nothing if not thorough.

Joe says, “If you send me the dimensions of the deck you’re planning to build, I’ll write up a list of materials you’ll need to show the lumber guy in Billings.”

“Thanks, Joe. I appreciate that. I’ll take you up on Big Betty, too. Even if it turns out I can’t get all the lumber in Billings today, I’m gonna get myself a drum kit and some workout gear today, so I’ll definitely put your truck to good use, either way.”

“You’re gonna buy a whole new drum kit for a three-week stay?” Aubrey asks.

I shrug. “At home, I play drums every day. I’m already going batshit crazy, after only one day of going without.”

“Man, I wish I could be a fly on the wall when you play,” Joe says wistfully.

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