Page 21 of Fragile Kiss (Fragile 2)
He’s talking about me to the girls he’s moving on with. It couldn’t be true. Katharina hadn’t said anything about them together—not that she would have anyway, if they were just meeting and hooking up casually.
But Cayden doesn’t hook up with people. Every time he had opened up to Lillian about past relationships, he had made it clear that each one was an intentional attempt to get something going. She couldn’t recall a single time he had mentioned anything casual with anyone.
Oh, come on. He’s a sexy personal trainer. He must be hooking up with people, especially if he’s been in Los Angeles for so long and is now single.
Lillian pushed the pillow over her face, trying to silence her inner demons. She wished desperately that he would have just disconnected from her completely, so she would have no room to wonder what he was doing—and with whom he was doing it.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case, and now she was being pulled into working with this woman who was his client.
I wonder if he even knows she called me.
“Hey, you okay?”
Not bothering to move from under the pillow, she stuck her thumb in the air.
A weight pressed on the edge of the couch. “What happened?”
“Nothing,” she grumbled.
“Something definitely happened. Unless you’re just feeling nauseated. Are you having a flare- up?”
“I hope not.”
“Okay. Tell me if you feel sick.”
“I don’t feel sick.”
“Then what happened?”
He’s not going to give up on this. She shoved the pillow away and looked up at Andrew’s face. “I got a call.”
He rolled his eyes. “I know. I heard your phone ring and you talking.”
“It’s about Cayden.”
Andrew pressed his lips together. “Oh, boy. This is a talk for dinner. Get in here.” Taking her hand, he pulled her to her feet and through the house to the
kitchen. The smell of dinner made her mouth water.
“I’ll fix the ice.”
“No. Sit,” he commanded, and pulled out a chair from the table. Feeling slightly awkward, she sat there obediently as he fixed their plates and drinks. Before he sat down, he stopped suddenly and held up one finger. “I almost forgot.”
“Forgot what?”
Andrew didn’t answer; Lillian heard something else pouring. He came back and set down a glass of wine in front of her.
“Wine!” she squealed.
“It’s organic. I thought it might be easier on your stomach.”
“Thank you, Andrew. This is all so nice.” She wasn’t sure what to say. Last time Andrew had come, when Cayden was over every day and stayed over most nights, he hadn’t gone to this much trouble to cook and make her feel like a queen. Last time he had bought a pizza, and that was it.
He told you before that he isn’t planning to make a move on you. She had to keep telling herself that. When he told you he had feelings, you made it clear that you don’t feel the same. All this trouble doesn’t mean anything. He’s being nice. Still, the thought of her “brother” having some ulterior motive made her squirm inside.
“All right, dig in. You look pale.” She couldn’t detect any sort of flirty undertone in Andrew’s voice; he sounded very normal. Perhaps a bit too caring, but not unlike his usual self.
She took a bite of the chicken and rice. “This is delicious. How did you do it?”
