Page 33 of Most Likely to Fear Love

“Allll the time.

That made me chuckle. “I didn’t realize I did that, but I guess so.”

As I busied myself with the dinner, I tried to ignore the way my body hummed with awareness of her presence. This arrangement was getting more complicated by the minute. And I was about to make it even more complicated by instigating Very Bad Fucking Idea Number Three. Before I had time to second guess it, I said, “I need to ask you something.”

Snagging a carrot stick from the pile I’d just chopped, she bit into it, waiting for me to continue.

“It didn’t make you feel too weird or uncomfortable, doing the procedure here?”

She flushed a little, but still held my gaze. “I guess not, considering I fell asleep. Why do you ask?”

Here goes. “Well, since my truck is out of action for three days, I can’t come to you.” I paused for a moment, letting that sink in.

“Right.” Her tone was neutral. I couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing.

“So either you take this as a one and done for this cycle, and we return to normal programming next month, if there’s still no luck this time around. Or…”

“Or?”

“You come back tomorrow and do it again.”

I held my breath, waiting for Cassidy’s response. The offer hung in the air between us, loaded with implications I wasn’t ready to face.

Cassidy’s brow furrowed slightly as she considered my words. “You wouldn’t mind? I mean, I don’t want to impose...”

Trying to keep my voice casual and no doubt failing miserably, I said, “Not at all. It’s no hassle.”

That made her smile.

“Just, you know, I want this to work for you and if this is what it takes, then okay.”

She nodded slowly, taking another bite of the carrot stick. “Okay, then. If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

Cassidy’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, I swore I saw a flicker of something more than just gratitude. But then she looked away, focusing on Buddy as she scratched behind his ears.

“Thanks, Harle. I appreciate it.”

“Like I said, it’s not a problem.”

CASSIDY

Had I ever been more confused in my life? Doubtful. I squirmed a little on the bar stool as I felt a trickle between my legs. To distract myself, I grabbed another carrot stick, admiring the way Harle’s forearms looked as he wielded the knife.

Incredibly odd that a man could look so fucking hot just chopping veggies.

“There’s juice or soda in the fridge, if you’d like a drink.”

“Thanks, I’d love one. Can I get you one too?’

“Yeah, soda for me, thanks.”

“On it.”

I grabbed two sodas from the fridge and settled back on the stool, doing my level best to ignore the feeling of his cum slowly leaking out of me.

“What kind of pasta is this?”

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