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“So, you took a moment to answer. Were you resting or did I interrupt something?” he asks with a knowing look.

“N-No. I was just in bed.”

“But you said you were using your toothbrush. Do you always brush your teeth in bed? That sounds a little strange.” He crosses his arms and leans back.

“Are you judging me, Greyson?”

He raises his hands in surrender.

“Of course not. I’m just trying to get the positioning in my head, that’s all.”

I see he will not let this go, so I’ll play along.

“Maybe I was distracted by something.”

“Hmm. Are you sure you finished brushing your teeth? If you didn’t, I’m certain I could provide some assistance.”

He does air quotes around brushing your teeth and gives me a knowing look.

The nerve of this man.

This must be about the damn list.

“I suppose I didn’t completely finish, since the doorbell rudely interrupted me,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

That’s it.

He scoffs, placing his hand over his chest, pretending to be wounded.

“I came bearing gifts and truthfully, if I knew that’s what you were doing on the other side of this door...it sounds to me like you summoned the right man for the job.”

He pushes up his sleeves and leans towards the counter, waiting for my response. I swallow and feel heat pooling low in my belly.

Relax.

He’s just a man.

Tell that to my body.

“I never took you for cocky.”

He sits up straight, looking amused.

“I’m not cocky. I am confident in my abilities to please a woman. If you’re interested in learning more about my capabilities—and before you disagree—it seems you’re in the market for them,” he adds with a nod to the list.

Who is this and what happened to the golden retriever?

My breath catches as heat pools between my legs. An idea pops into my mind that may be able to help us both. I fear his boldness is contagious because I’m not only considering it, but I start repeating it out loud.

“So, uh, about the list. I’d like to propose something and please stop me if this is ridiculous.”

He quirks an eyebrow and leans in, resting a hand on his knee. I take a deep breath, and he studies me.

“I’m listening.”

You can do this.

If you need anything, you can call me. His words.

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