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I toss my phone to the table and then press my head into my hands.

Two guys. One who seems so open. One who is dragging this out. But isn’t the whole entire point tonotrush into anything?

I head back to the kitchen. A glass of water is no longer what I crave. A glass of wine before bed sounds exactly like what I need.

I’m halfway to the kitchen when someone knocks on my door.

Assuming it’s Trey, I head to the door and open it, not bothering to check the peephole.

Which was bad, because Jonas is at my door, uncertainty stamped all over his face, and my face must register something similar.

He shuffles on his feet and holds out a bottle of wine. “Hey. Thought you could use this.”

Chapter 10

Jonas

This is a risk, but one I’m not willing to walk away from out of fear.

I’ve never seen Caitlin so upset before and I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind all day. Eventually, I gave up at work and called Tucker in for a favor to cover for me. He’s got an eight o’clock class tomorrow and it’s going to kick his ass but thankfully, he’s a good enough guy to do it for me.

Earlier, when I offered to come over tonight and hang with her, I’d wanted to slap myself.

Then I saw her cheeks turn pink, like she knew exactly what could possibly happen if we spent time alone together again.

Which is exactly what I want her thinking of, even if it’s not the reason I offered.

Don’t get me wrong…I want it, too. I most definitely want to spend more time reacquainting the palms of my hands and my lips with Caitlin’s curves and the way she tastes. Yet, with her looking so cute right now, it’s taking all my self-control to remember my long-term goal.

I want to win her heart, not only her body.

Her red hair is a frazzled mess, curly and kinky, which means she’s had it in one of her sloppy buns she likes so much at some point during the day or night. Her lips are parted, and her green eyes are bright with surprise.

“What are you doing here?” she asks again.

I’ve already answered, but I step closer to the doorway and raise the bottle of wine in my hands. It’s a Cabernet, one of her favorites. “You had a hard day, and I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” When she doesn’t respond, I take another small step forward. I’m still far enough out she can slam the door in my face, but while I’m not a betting man, I know Caitlin.

She might love her martinis, but when she’s at home, wine is her weakness.

She steps back, bringing the door with her. “Come in. I’m sorry, I’m just surprised to see you is all.” Her brows pull in. “How did you get in anyway?”

“I stopped at the security desk to call up, but Maurice waved me ahead. Is that okay?”

Technically, she should be bothered by this. Maurice hasn’t seen me in months, and he should do his job better, but I’ve had a handful of conversations with the guy over the years so I assume he figures I’m no large security threat. Still, he’s supposed to announce all visitors.

“Um. Yeah.” She shakes her head in that cute way of hers she has and finally,finally,she smiles at me. It feels like I’ve been waiting hours for it. I have. Months, really. “It’s good.”

She’s still uncertain. I don’t blame her. “Relax, Caitlin. I’m just a friend tonight, wanting to make sure you’re okay and have a couple drinks. Maybe watch a movie or two. It doesn’t have to be strange.”

“Right. A friend.” There’s an odd tone in her voice, but she closes the door behind me, and her smile returns. Brushing a chunk of hair behind her ear, she heads toward the kitchen. I follow her, unable to stop my gaze from dipping to the sway of her slim hips. They’re covered by an overlarge sweatshirt and plaid leggings the colors of Christmas.

A flashback of her dressed inmysweatshirts on chilly mornings hits me hard and fast. Damn, I always loved it when she’d help herself to my closet, my dresser, for T-shirts or pants or sweatshirts like she had the right to scavenge through anything of mine.

She did. She still would. What’s mine is Caitlin’s. Everything I own and everything I am.

“Sorry,” she says, and I jerk my eyes up as she turns around at the kitchen counter. “You’ve thrown me, obviously. I have some beer if you’d like one. I know wine isn’t your favorite.”

It’s not, but fortunately, since Caitlin has good taste in alcohol, the bottle I brought isn’t too bad.