Page 115 of Double Fault

With a smug smile, I follow her to the elevator. “You like my annoying ass.”

“For some reason I do.” She blows out an exasperated breath and side eyes me, like maybe she’s thinking about me between those glorious thighs of hers.

Or maybe it’s just me who’s hung up on it. Her head probably isn’t in the gutter like mine is.

Downstairs, we head straight for the front doors and stretch for a few minutes before we settle into a jog side by side. A minute or so in, I flip my cap around so the brim blocks the early sunlight.

Sabrina groans, her body going almost boneless, her strides sloppy.

We don’t normally talk on these runs, but I find myself curious, so I eye her. “What?”

“Nothing,” she practically growls.

I bark out a laugh at how bothered she is. “Now youhaveto tell me.”

She inhales deeply, then blows it out, keeping stride. “It’s the hat.”

“The… hat?” I say slowly, the two words layered with confusion. “My hat?”

She glances at me, then quickly returns her focus to the sidewalk. “It… you look fucking hot in the backward cap, okay?”

Amusement courses through me, and I let out a peal of laughter. “You’re telling me you get hot and bothered when I wear a cap?”

“Yes,” she bites out. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

The next laugh that escapes me is so loud it bounces off the brick building we’re passing. “Now that I know, I’ll never take it off.” I flip it again so it’s backward once more.

“What are you doing?”

“You just told me you like it when I wear it this way. Why wouldn’t I indulge you? This way I can give you the eye candy you’re so desperate for.”

She bites out a curse. “I’m shoving you in a trash can.”

I can’t say she didn’t try, but Sabrina did not shove me in a trash can. Though by the way I smell when we’re done, she might as well have. I have a sneaking suspicion that she ran longer than usual to make me suffer.

Even Maddie notices. The second I step into our room, she scrunches her nose. “Jeez, Dad. You smell terrible.”

Out of the mouths of babes.

Fisher snickers, and since Maddie is already engrossed in the movie she’s watching again, I give him the finger. “I’m going to shower.”

“You better,” he says, leaning against the headboard ofmybed with his legs crossed, his focus also fixed on the TV, where some Barbie movie plays.

Ha. If he thinks I won’t taunt him for this later, he’s wrong.

I take my time in the shower, scrubbing every inch of my body until my skin is raw. I’m not about to have my kid tell me I stink again.

As I towel off, I realize I forgot to bring a change of clothes in with me. “Fuck.” Wrapped in the world’s smallest towel, I hold the place where I’ve tucked it to ensure it doesn’t come loose and open the door. When I find the room vacant, I frown. “What the hell?”

I half expect them to jump out from the side of one of the beds and try to scare the shit out of me, but after a quick inspection, I confirm that I’m alone.

Once I’ve tugged on a pair of jeans, I knock on the closed door that separates Sabrina’s room from ours.

She opens it, and I’m instantly assaulted by the scent of her favorite soap. She’s changed into a pair of super-short shorts with frayed edges and instead of a top, she’s wearing only a gray Calvin Klein bra.

“Hey.” Her eyes drop to my wet chest and quickly dart away.

I chuckle, heat gathering low in my stomach. “Baby, you’ve had your tongue all over my body. No need to get shy on me now.”

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