“Please don’t talk about his bulge.”
“Hard not to,” she says, looking right at my lap. “No pun intended.”
Renley moves in front of me now. “Tilly, is there a reason you’re here?”
“I have the sketch of the sign you want me to make. Thought I’d get approval and then get started.”
“Right, okay.” Renley turns toward me and says, “Have to take care of this, so, umm, nice to see you but you should be going.”
“Nice to see me?” I raise a brow at her. “I cup your bare breast and make you gasp in pleasure and you say it’s nice to see me?”
Her eyes narrow while Tilly chuckles behind her. “Leave, Theo.”
“Right.” I tip her chin up and then lightly kiss her on the forehead. “See you tomorrow morning, Gossy.”
And then I take off, not fully satisfied, but just enough that I have all the confidence to move forward.
Now to take a cold fucking shower…
Chapter Twenty-Eight
RENLEY
The need to avoid him this morning is so overwhelming that I sneak down the stairs of the house, turn the corner to see if Aunt Kitty is downstairs, and when the coast is clear, move toward the front door and slip my shoes on.
I know. I freaking know. I’m about to sneak out and walk without him again.
But come on, how am I supposed to face him after last night?
I’d like to say that I’m mature enough to go on a walk with a man who just cupped my breast, but I’m not.
I’m a weenie.
I’m not equipped to handle this, especially since there’s only been one other person in my life who has touched me like that, and he never made me feel the kind of excitement that Theo has made me feel.
Not even close.
But do you know what’s really grating on my nerves? How when I saw him last night, I actually felt my heart leap in my chest. I was so excited to see him.
And I hated that.
I hated that he made me want to hug him, kiss him, wrap my legs around him.
I hate that I wanted to ask him more about his trip, what he thought of Boston, if he recommended particular sights to see, even ask what he and Rupert got up to.Although, I’m not sure I really want to know…I’m invested, it seems, in his life.
How did that even happen?
How did he immerse himself in my life so quickly that I feel this much overwhelming excitement when he walks into my candy shop?
This is why I need to walk by myself. Get my head on straight. Figure out how to handle all of this.
Sorry, Theo, but a girl needs to think.
I open the front door and slowly sneak out, being sure to close the door quietly. Then I head down the porch steps?—
“Told you she’d leave,” Theo says, popping up from the bushes, scaring the ever-loving crap out of me.
“Holy…fuck,” I say, gripping my chest just as Aunt Kitty pops up as well.
