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She started to grab money out of her purse and I put my hand on hers, stopping her. “What do you think you’re doing young lady?”

She looked up at me, confused. “Paying the bill? I did order all this without you.”

I kissed her cheek. “And I am so glad you did, but I will not let you pay for this.”

“I have money, Gavin. I don’t need you to.”

I shook my head at her. “I know you’re a strong, independent woman,andI want to take care of you, so please, just let me.”

Chapter 16

Myla

The next fewdays went by with Gavin and I texting nonstop. He was slowly becoming a complete addiction. Walking with Seven back to our house from a long jaunt around Kissena Park, I pulled out my phone to see Gavin’s name scrolling across my screen.Insta-butterflies.

Gavin: Are you going to come to the game tonight?

Me: I have a private session, so I can’t.

Gavin: When can I see you again?

Me: Tomorrow night?

Gavin: I literally will be counting down the seconds.

Putting my coat on the rack by the front door, I turned right into Brayden.

“Hey, watch where you’re going.”

I had the biggest shit-eating grin on my face, rereading Gavin’s last text over and over. “What?” I looked up at my brother, who had both hands on his hips and was tapping his foot.

“Well, what do we have here? Someone is all lit up like a damn Christmas tree for some reason.”

I had to play it off fast. “You know how silly Simon can be with his stupidSimon Saysbull.” I rolled my eyes, shoving my phone back into my pocket.

* * *

Me: Do you want me to come over?

Gavin: How many ways do I have to say it, Myla? Of course I do. I wouldn’t have invited you yesterday if I didn’t.

Me: Ok. I’ll leave as soon as Bray is asleep.

Gavin: Your brother still doesn’t know you’re hanging out with me?

Me: Does it make a difference?

Gavin: Right now? Not in the slightest. We’ll talk about that later. Just get your sexy ass to my place now.

Me: All right. He should pass out in thirty minutes or so. Whiskey acts quickly on him.

It was the longest fucking thirty minutes of my damn life. Finally, Brayden trudged up the stairs and turned off the hallway light.

“Goodnight, My,” he called through the door.

“Sleep well.” I turned out my light as I heard him shuffle his way to his room.

Only a few more minutes left.