Page 81 of Ewan

“You want to know if I’m seeing anyone?”

“Wouldn’t you want to know that in my case?”

He laughs wolfishly.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

He chews on his food again.

“No. And even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. Right?” I joke.

He flashes a smirk.

“You think I’m cock blocking you in any way?”

Chuckling, I nod.

“Yeah. I think you are.”

“But you’re not seeing anyone.”

“How do you know?”

“Your ex still shows up at your door, announced.”

“And that’s your clue?”

“You know I’m right about this.”

I look down, pick up a slice of banana bread, take a bite, and enjoy the sweet taste, crunchy walnuts, and warm spices aroma.

“This is good,” I say, buying some time while trying to come up with an answer. I lift my gaze. “What else has given me away?”

He breathes a throaty, sexy laugh that makes my hair stand on end.

“You really want to know?”

He’s flirting with me now.

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

He leans closer and whispers words against my ear, goosebumps rushing down my arms.

“Your sweat.”

“My sweat?” A swirl of embarrassment moves through me. “Am I smelly now?”

“Not now. That night at the party.”

My eyes go wide.

My mouth opens.

“You sniffed my sweat?”

“It wasn’t a bad thing.”

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