Page 72 of Hot Shot

“When? On my death bed? You were out of time, buddy.”

“How do you know I wouldn’t have objected before Henry beat me to it?”

I set my fork down and give him a look. “Why, were you gonna?”

He hesitates.

“Don’t lie to me, either. You said you wouldn’t ever lie to me again.”

His chest rises and falls with a sigh. “I planned to.”

“But were you going to?”

He pokes at his rice with the tip of his fork. “Dunno.”

“Knew it.”

“I was trying to figure out how to tell you before that, but I barely saw you. It’s like you were trying to avoid me or something. I kept trying to figure out why that was. Do you remember when I saw you at the game?”

“I remember you had a girl under each arm.” I stuff a bite of food in my mouth and give him atop thatlook.

But he’s smirking, and God it does things to me.

“Interesting that’s what you remember.”

“You told Davis he was a lucky guy. I remember that too.”

“Yeah, lucky I didn’t knock him the fuck out.”

I can’t help but laugh, and when his smirk settles into a pleased smile, I feel hot all over.

A strange feeling swarms in my chest when I realize that this is the first time we’ve been truly alone for any period of time since all this started. And we’ll be in the house together alone.

All night.

CHAPTER 28

HOLD THE LINE

CASS

Wilder moans, and my attention snaps to him. His eyes are closed, his jaw working as he chews. I clench my thighs at the sight, the squeeze of my clit sending a pulse zinging through my core.

Maybe I should spend the evening in the bathtub where it’s safe and quiet and I can masturbate in peace.

I turn my attention to my food, cutting the chicken breast with every scrap of my attention in an effort to mastermyself.

“Damn, Cass—where’d you learn to cook like this?”

“The internet.”

He’s already scooped up another forkful of chicken, sauce, and rice and shoved it into his mouth, groaning again.

I chuckle. “Get a room.”

“I can’t help it. The fanciest meal Dad could make was Hamburger Helper. The best I can do is roast a chicken. This feels gourmet.”

At that, I full on laugh. “You should get out more if this feels gourmet.”

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