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Parties.

Women.

Sex.

I don’t want to know what exactly he’s referring to because I have no reason to be jealous when I’m nothing to him.

Jesse swings the door open and waits for me to walk in first.

“I thought your house was bare, but this is something else.” I look around the nearly empty room.

There’s a bed and a dresser but no decorations. Nothing more than a computer on a desk and a few pieces of clothing in a laundry hamper.

“What’s wrong with my house?”

I smirk. “Nothing. But you’re definitely a bachelor. Have you ever even heard of a nicknack? Or a flowerpot?”

“I never understood bringing dirt in the house.”

“Flowers… not just dirt.”

He shrugs, and I make the mistake of looking up at him. His bright-blue eyes meet mine, and a smile blooms from somewhere deep. Pure and genuine, like he never shows me—or anyone for that matter.

It’s like staring into the sun.

If I don’t blink, I’ll go blind.

I step back, looking away. “Is the bathroom through there?”

My voice is as wobbly as my knees, but hopefully, he doesn’t notice.

“Yeah.” He clears his throat, walking to sit on the bed like he has no intention of leaving.

“You don’t have to wait for me.”

“It’s fine. Take your time.”

This is dangerous. A mistake waiting to happen.

I used the excuse of the bathroom as an escape plan, but all I can do now is disappear into the bathroom and hope it’s enough to quell this ache radiating through my chest. Because if anything has become clear tonight, it’s that Jesse is a bad idea wrapped in a gorgeous package. One that’s getting harder to resist.

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I’m surprised I don’tburn a hole in the bathroom door with my stare because I can’t look away.

What the fuck was I thinking following Reagan into my bedroom at the clubhouse?

I could have easily shown her where my room was and left her to do what she needed. But I can’t tear myself away from this girl.

What if I turned my back and something happened?

The clubhouse is safe, but there are townies here tonight. And after Reina’s less than welcoming territorial display the other day, I can’t risk leaving her alone.

Besides, she’s my daughter’s nanny. Bea would be devastated if she bailed because I sat back and let something bad happen. That’s the only reason I’m sitting here, gripping the comforter like it will hold me back.

At least, that’s what I tell myself.

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