Page 51 of Unsure in Love

She lifted a hand to smooth her hair. “Lunch? I’m not ready to go out.” The pink in her cheeks intensified as she continuously moved her hand over her dark waves.

I couldn’t imagine why she’d be nervous or self-conscious. She looked amazing. My gaze dipped to the swell of her breasts over her white tank top. Cass had the most incredible rack. I was always tempted to reach out and touch.

“I was thinking about having lunch here,” I told her.

“Oh.”

“I already ordered something. It should be here in a few minutes. I hope you don’t mind.” Taking her somewhere nice was an option, but I wanted her to myself this afternoon. The fancy, expensive restaurants could wait.

“Not at all. You seem to have my food preferences down pat already.”

I grinned. “I do.”

Cass was a seafood girl, so it was easy to gauge what she’d enjoy for lunch.

She looked down at herself. “Maybe I should change.”

“No need. You look great.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she glanced at the shopping bag I still held. “You went shopping?”

“I did.” I held back my smile while her gaze lingered on the bag. The name of a popular clothing brand was written on it. Her eyebrows drew together, but she didn’t ask what I knew was on her mind. The errand I had to run was to get her a little gift. Well, maybe it was more for my benefit since I’d get to enjoy looking at her in her present.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I knew it was the concierge letting me know lunch was here. “Looks like lunch has arrived,” I told Cass.

“Can we eat on the terrace?” she asked.

“Of course.” She didn’t know it yet, but I’d probably give her anything she wanted.

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Cass dug into her lunch with gusto, and I hid my smile behind my glass of water. I liked a woman with an appetite. Considering that she was pregnant with my child, I liked it even more. We enjoyed our meal on the terrace, soaking up the warm afternoon air. Cass appeared at ease, curled up on one of the wicker lounge chairs beside me.

“I love it out here.” She inhaled and tilted her head up to gaze at the sky. “I wish my apartment had a terrace with an amazing view like this. I’d probably live on it.”

She surveyed the space I’d refurbished when I bought the place. I was a stickler for privacy and maybe a tad paranoid considering my line of work, so I’d had the open space enclosed on three sides. There was a glass barrier at the front of the terrace, giving an incredible view of the city, but no one could see us.

“I like it out here too. I had it redone to get ultimate privacy.”

“Because of your minor case of paranoia?” She grinned and reached for her bottle of water.

I chuckled. “You noticed that?”

“How hyper-observant you are of your surroundings at all times? I noticed.”

“It’s a habit that comes with the job.” I shrugged.

Her smile faded. Whenever my job came up, she looked worried. I was about to explain that I mostly sit behind a desk nowadays, but she nodded and took up her takeout box. I took that to mean we were done talking about it.

“I’m sorry about all the takeout,” I told her. “My culinary skills are limited.”

Cass laughed. “It’s okay, and I heard.”

I lifted an eyebrow in askance.

“Gracie mentioned it.”

“I heard you two chatting and giggling this morning.”

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