Page 25 of Fake Dating the Silver Fox

That’s not the answer I was hoping for, but it opens the opportunity to take her to the best place in town. “Are you free tonight?”

“We close at six on Sundays.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven thirty.”

She quirks a brow at me. “I didn’t say yes yet.”

My heart sinks. “You don’t want to go out with me?”

“I didn’t say that either.”

I put my fork down and give her my undivided attention. “I know this started as an exchange of favors, and we pretended it was fake. But last night changed everything.”

She considers me for a long moment. “Did it?”

“It did for me.”

“It was just great sex, Graham.”

I laugh. “Just great sex could lead to more.”

She shrugs. “You are pretty cute, but… I don’t know about a relationship. I’m a free spirit.”

“Let me take you to dinner, Mara.” I can’t believe I’m begging, but I will get on my knees for her. “We can see where it goes from there.”

Finally, she agrees to let me take her to dinner. I feel like I’ve won the lottery. I’m going to show her how great we can be together.

I just hope she doesn’t do a deep dive online before we get the chance to start.

ChapterTen

Mara

Lark shovesher phone under my nose. “You’re famous.”

I shake my wet hands out and grab her phone. The screen shows a photo of me and Graham on top of the picnic table, making out.

The sight takes me back to yesterday at the park, and my heart skitters. It was one of the best kisses of my life.

Not only is Grahamnota catfish. He’s the best kisser. And he’s funny. He’s one of those guys who doesn’t have to try to be funny. He just is.

Lark grabs her phone before it slips out of my wet hands. “I need the tea. Now.”

“I’m kinda in the middle of something.” I gesture at the dog I’m currently bathing.

“Spill it.” She pockets her phone and grabs an apron. “I’ll help with Otis.”

As we wash, dry, and fluff Otis, I spill the tea on Graham.

“He’s respectful and handsome.” I know I’m gushing, but I can’t stop. My cheeks heat with the memory of his mouth all over my body. “And the sex is incredible.”

“You’ve already had sex?” Lark puts her hands on her hips. “How did I miss this?”

“It just happened.” I sigh. “But it was magical.”

Tears spring to Lark’s eyes. “I knew it!” She punches her fist in the air. “I love being right.”

A permanent smile is imprinted on my face. “I love you being right, too.”

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