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Jamison:Still, seriously, let me know about that free session. I can’t have you out here dissatisfied.
The moment he hit send, he felt dumb. Was he flirting? Surely it didn’t sound that way. Did it? What was wrong with him? That didn’t explain why he hadn’t even started his truck. He sat staring at his phone with his breath held, waiting for a response. Jamison watched the three dots jump, showing Kace typing. They kept disappearing before reappearing. Jamison thought his nerves might snap. He nearly sighed when the text finally appeared.
Kace:Actually, I’m very much the opposite of dissatisfied. At the risk of sounding like I’m trying to be that guy, I’d kind of like to do it again. I get that’s something you don’t do, and I swear I’m not trying to insult you. No doubt I’ll regret hitting send on this text, but I woke up feeling great this morning. Maybe this is a new service you could offer? I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Feel free to ignore this text. Last night was nice.
Jamison chewed on the side of his nail and read the text three times. Kace didn’t say anything in particular that led Jamison to suspect Kace was trying for more than another peaceful night of sleep. Still, he felt a vibration between the lines. Maybe it was wishful thinking. Possibly, he could just push a little more.
Jamison:What time do you get off work? My calendar is free tonight. Maybe we can get dinner and work out the details or something.
God, he sounded like an idiot.
Kace:I’m off at sex. Maybe I could cook you dinner…
Kace:Six. I meant six. Autocorrect always getting the best of me at the worst times.
Jamison couldn’t stop smiling. His stomach growled like he hadn’t just eaten a full plate of muffins. Kace was obviously a kick-ass chef and Jamison was a man who loved to eat. Plus, he wanted this.
Jamison:Sounds great. What time? Seven? Six thirty? I could help cook. Or at least bring whatever you need.
Kace:Seven. That gives me time to shower. Hospital germs and all that. Just bring yourself. I’ve got the rest.
He was phenomenal. Jamison was likely seeing things that weren’t there, but Dr. Kace Brightley was also sexy. He would see where this went and try not to read too much into things.
Jamison:See you then.
Kace: Yeah. See you.
Damn. It was too late.He read all the way into things and he liked what he saw.
Kace spent the day trying not to overthink. He also worked double time to get out of work a few minutes early. While he wasn’t a hundred percent sure what was happening, tonight felt a hell of a lot like a date. He hated to hope, though. Life rarely went his way when it came to his personal life. No doubt this wouldn’t be any different. Still, when the doorbell rang, Kace wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs like a high school kid about to make it to second base for the first time. He was in so much trouble.
When he opened the door, hunger struck. Jamison stood on the other side with his overnight bag and flowers. He was all smiles and taking up too much space. Kace was ridiculously happy to see him.
Jamison shook the flowers a little. “I didn’t know what to contribute, so I brought these.”
Kace relieved him of them. “They’re beautiful. You can put your bag in the bedroom, if you’d like.”
Jamison stepped inside.
Kace closed the door behind him. “I didn’t think to ask if you’re allergic to anything or if you’re a vegetarian.”
“Nah. None of that. Something smells good.” Without waiting for a response, he headed down the hall.
Kace returned to the kitchen. He found a vase for the flowers and tried not to read too much into things. The last thing Kace wanted was to assume anything and get hurt. Jamison was a good-looking man. That was all. So he had crushed Kace beneath him with his massive dick, pinning Kace to the bed. That could happen to anyone. It likely would have been the same, no matter who Jamison had fallen asleep with. Kace wasn’t special.
“So, is there anything I can help you do?”
Kace nearly jumped out of his skin when Jamison appeared behind him. He wasn’t used to there being a second person in the house. He tried to hide his overreaction by donning a bright smile.
“No. It’s good. You’re a guest. Just find a seat. It won’t be long.”
Jamison looked unsure. It was obvious he wasn’t used to being useless. He moved to the island and sat. He picked up a Ziplock with two muffins. “You didn’t eat them.”
“I made them for you. You can take them home.” He set the flowers in the center of the island. When he glanced Jamison’s way, Jamison had a line between his eyebrows. “What’s wrong? If you didn’t like them, you don’t have to take them. I just didn’twant them to go to waste if you wanted them. But I won’t be offended if you didn’t care for them. I didn’t know what to make for you this morning since I didn’t know how long you’d sleep. Muffins was something I knew would stay good.”
“They were delicious. I had to make myself stop eating them so I’d leave some for you. But why did you make something you didn’t want?”
Kace shrugged. It hadn’t been a big deal. Cooking soothed him. It was very predictable. As long as he followed the same recipe, he always got the same results. Life was rarely like that. “I like to cook, and I figured you’d be hungry. I ate a banana while they baked.”
