Page 24 of Say Yes

My silence was telling.

Casey’s nose wrinkled adorably. Then her eyes widened. “Are you—are you…jealous?”

“What? No,” I scoffed.

“You are! You’re jealous.” She laughed and smiled that smile again.

“Fine, maybe I am a little bit.” Or a lot. When Sully had touched Casey, I thought it was just overprotectiveness I felt. Instead, rage filled me that some other man was touching her. No matter how innocent it had been, I’d hated it. I had no idea what I was going to do when this thing between us was over, and she was able to start living the life she wanted.

Casey placed her hand on my thigh under the table in a totally unexpected move. “You have absolutely nothing to be jealous about. Your friend is cute and all, but not really my type.”

I turned slightly toward her and brushed her hair back over her shoulder. “And what is your type?”

She blushed and shifted. “Well…at the moment, my type is the strong, Viking warrior with long hair, big muscles, and a really nice beard.”

Well, then.

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