The best part was not eating it but watching her bend over and pull it out of the oven.Puts a totally new spin ona way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.
I text Cole and tell him Cassy is clear of the building, and he repliesK.
Dick.
I feel like some chick he doesn’t want to hear from.
Cassy’s party is tomorrow night, so Cole and I need to make sure our shit is sorted out.I thought we’d crossed a bridge when we briefed him about Brad.
After the meeting that day, Cole put his hand on my shoulder as we stood.“Hey, thanks.I appreciate you looping me in.”
“Wasn’t my idea,” I slid my hands into my black tactical pant pockets.
“Yes it was.”He grinned and walked off.
Now, apparently, we’re back to single syllable grunts.
Maybe that’s just his style.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CAYLEE
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“It’s really annoyingthat you invited your parents,” Scarlett says instead of hello when she walks into the party.She’s carrying a plate, and by the look on her face, I might need to check she hasn’t poisoned the cauliflower recipe.
Cole follows, carrying Zara in her bassinet.
“Welcome, anyway.”I roll my eyes.“Sorry to steal your babysitters.”
“Hey, sis.Don’t mind my fiancée; she didn’t sleep well last night.”Cole leans in and kisses my cheek.
“I haven’t slept well in almost a year.Because of your penis.”
“God, please stop her,” I cry, slapping my hand over my face.“He’s my brother.”
