Page 109 of Catching Feelings

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ROWAN

“Holy shit, Row. You’re gonna win me the pool tonight.”

“You mean thirty percent of the pool.”

The emerald-green, one-shoulder slip dress I found on clearance is a little snug around my chest, but falls gracefully over my hips and down my legs. The high slit is only noticeable when I walk, and I chuckle when Brock’s eyes grow as I walk across my small living room.

He takes my coat from my hands and helps me into it.

“You look hot. Damn, Row. I can see why you’ve been hiding those curves. They’re fucking dangerous.”

I chuckle as we make our way down my apartment stairs.

“Thank you?”

“Hell yeah, that was a compliment. You’re going to be a showstopper.”

“I’m not interested in stopping any show,” I say quietly as he helps me into his low-slung sports car.

“I know, sweetheart.” He brushes his hand down my cheek with brotherly affection. “But there’s one who is going to bust a nut when he sees you.”

“So very romantic, Sinatra.”

Brock tips his head back and laughs. “Is romance what you want from me, sweetheart?”

“Not in the least. I want to have fun.”

“Now that, I can do.” He closes my door and rounds the hood.

I wipe my sweaty palms on my coat and give myself a mental pep talk.

You will not freak out when you see Miles with another woman. You pushed him away and told him you wanted to be friends so you could work on your mental health. Of course he’s moved on.

“Cold?” Brock asks as he turns up the heat.

“No. Just a little overwhelmed. This is a little out of my comfort zone. I’m more of a jeans and sweatshirt kind of girl.”

“And you look sexy as hell in those as well.” He pats my knee and keeps light conversation going for the twenty-minute ride.

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