Page 74 of Catch You

“Who said we didn’t spend any time in your bed?”

Brooke gasps in mock horror. “Fair play. It was time you got your own back for that night I spent with Harry … Hugo … Henry … Ugh, I don’t remember his name. All I know is he had this massive?—”

“You’d better be joking,” I snap, cutting her off from the inevitable.

She winks at me. “I guess you’ll never know.”

“Jesus, you’re a nightmare.”

She shrugs. Her ability to not care about anything is one of the things I admire the most in her. She’s desperate to find the one, but even with her lack of success she still keeps her head up and continues kissing the frogs.

“Who’s for bacon?” she asks, pulling the refrigerator open and poking her head inside.

“As tempting as that sounds, I really need to head off.” Disappointment floods me, and apparently, he doesn’t miss it. “Walk me out?” he asks before directing me from the room.

“What? No kiss goodbye?” Brooke calls after us.

“Maybe another day.”

“Don’t even think about it. She kissed Fletch once and she’s never let me forget it. My life wouldn’t be worth living if?—”

“She kissed Fletch?” he asks curiously.

“Yeah, why?”

“No reason.” He pulls me into his arms and closes the space between us. “I wish I could stay.” He rubs his nose against mine, and I sigh.

“It’s okay. I’ve got some stuff to do,” I admit. I need to check on my aunt again.

“Meet me after I finish work?” Hope shines in his eyes.

“Hmm … that depends on what you’ve got to offer me.”

“Dinner and a bad night’s sleep?” he asks with a naughty glint in his eye.

“I’ve got work tomorrow morning.”

“Bring what you need. You can go from mine.”

An idea forms in my head. “Don’t worry about planning anything; I’ve got it covered.”

“Okay.” Intrigue fills his face, but I don’t let on.

“I’m going to miss you,” he murmurs before dropping down to capture my lips.

“I’ll see you later.” I watch as he walks down our driveway and climbs into the car I didn’t realize he’d ordered.

After waving him off, I head back in to join Brooke in the kitchen.

She looks over her shoulder at me from where she stands at the stove, and a smile curls her lips.

“You look really fucking happy.”

I sigh, dropping down into a chair and unable to fight my own smile.

“I know I joke, but he’s really good for you.”

“I think you might be right.”

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