Page 62 of Cougar

I raise my brows. “Love or lust.”

“Definitely lust, but I think maybe a little love, too. Is that even possible?”

I laugh and raise my hand. “Hello? I eloped with a rock star after a week.”

Bass chuckles as he turns to grab his coffee before he sits next to me.

“You know, B. Sometimes—no, that’s not right.Mostof the time, I feel guilty that you’ve devoted your whole life tomyfamily. What about your family?”

“You are my family.”

“I know that, but what about your other family.”

“Sharing DNA with someone makes them a relative, it doesn’t make them family. My grandmother was the only family I had as far as I’m concerned.”

“What about your mother? You’ve never mentioned her.”

“She’s not worth mentioning. My grandmother raised me. She was a good woman who worked two jobs to put a roof over our heads and food on the table. The rest went toward my football fees. In return, I stayed outta trouble, focused on my grades and earned a scholarship to UCLA.”

“Haven’t you ever wanted to get married and start a family of your own?”

“Woman, stop. I’m happy with my life the way it is. I wouldn’t trade a second with my princess for anything.”

“Okay.” I pause. “So are you going to see Lisa again?”

He wiggles his brows. “I certainly hope so. That woman is fire.”

“Good morning,” Grace chirps as she breezes into the kitchen and over to the coffeepot.

“Good morning, Grace. Bass got laid last night.”

Bass chokes on his coffee as I throw my head back and laugh. Grace turns around and raises her brows at Bass.

“Oh?” She grins. “Ms. Goldstein will be crushed.”

Bass straightens on his stool as I turn to look over at him. “You had sex with Ms. Goldstein?” Grace’s eyes go wide and she turns her back to us.

“When?” I ask.

“Every Tuesday and Thursday for the last fifteen years.” He chuckles.

“What? Oh my God, B.” I smack him on the arm. “She’s married.” To Howard Goldstein, one of Hollywood’s biggest movie producers.

“To a man with one foot in the grave.”

That, too. But still….

“Grace had sex with Tony,” Bass adds.

My mouth pops open as Grace spins around and pins Bass with a glare.

“The landscaper?” I gasp. “He’s like twenty years old.”

“Senior,” Grace clarifies. “I’m not a pervert.”

“Oh my God,” Jay says with a laugh as she walks into the kitchen and leans against the counter beside Grace. “What did I just walk in on?”

Grace passes Jay the cup of coffee she just brewed, then pops another pod into the Keurig.

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