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You can say you miss me. I won’t screenshot it and post it on Twitter.

Sure he wouldn’t. Not that I ever would admit to such a crazy thing.

You can thank me on your knees when you get home. Your position as reigning asshole king is still intact. You’re welcome.

I knew you loved me.

I don’t respond after that. I have apologies to dole out and I’m starting with the pissed off brunette who is tossing dishes extra hard into the sink.

I ease behind Breck, careful to stand to the side so that my balls are out of the way in case she feels the need to take me down a notch. I’ll admit, addressing her like hired help was an asshole move. I’ve only ever been jealous once in my life and that was over Anniston. The old Cade had no problem sampling women like an appetizer tray. There was never a need to order the entrée when you could get full on the appetizers alone. Being jealous is a fairly new concept to me.

And I don’t care for it.

“I’m sorry,” I drawl out slowly, allowing the southern twang to coat my words. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.”

Breck slaps the faucet handle with her palm and whips around to face me. “No, you shouldn’t have. You acted like a major dick.”

My temple throbs with the start of a headache. Dealing with Kane and now Breck is taking its toll. I wish she would sit down so I could close my eyes and nap for a bit. Sleeping next to her has been heaven and hell. I still dream, but I feel her soothing presence fighting alongside me. She is a warrior. A hero likeshe obsesses over. But I’ll never tell her that because I’m a coward.

“You’re right. It was a dick move,” I tell her, carefully placing my hands on her shoulders. “Let me make it up to you,” I plead, rubbing up and down her upper arms. I don’t want her to be mad at me. “I’ll do anything you want to do.”

Breck pulls back to look up at me. “Anything?”

My word vomit is coming around to bite me in the ass. My eyes narrow, my lips pursing as I rack my brain for a way out of this without hurting her feelings again. “Let me amend my offer,” I say with a smile, hoping to soften the blow. “I’ll do anything within reason.”

There. Maybe she will take the implied no sex or any nakedness, even though my dick wants to.

“I want to play a game.” She’s excited and bouncing under my palms, her smoke colored eyes alight with eagerness. I groan because I hate playing fucking games. Unless it’s a sport. The guys and I routinely have football and baseball games when we’re all here. Sports are one thing we all can agree on.

But Breck is a free spirit and I’m guessing she doesn’t want to play a game of touch football. “What kind of game do you have in mind?”

Her top lip curls into a cocky smirk and I know I’m going to regret this moment forever. “Madden. On the Xbox. Mano y mano.” She taps her chest like some kind of barbarian and I can’t help but laugh at her ridiculous proposition.

“You want to play against me on the Xbox?” I chuckle ever so lightly, “Football?”

Breck grins, her head bobbing with each question. “Are you scared, Major?”

This girl.

A grin tugs at the corner of my lips and I quickly raise my hand to cover it, biting my knuckles to keep from laughing out loud. “You’re on,” I agree under my hand. “Care to up the ante and make it interesting?”

Her head tilts to the side as she studies me. “Okay.”

Okay? That was easy. I eye her and roll my wrist, encouraging her to speak her terms.

“If I win, you stop asking to take me home every night,” she proposes softly.

Really? Out of everything she could ask for she wants me to stop being a prick and offering her a ride home?

Amateur.

“And if you win—”

I cut her off. “No, sweetheart, that’s not how betting works. You don’t get to pick what I get if I win.”

Breck rolls her eyes. “Can I finish?”

I wave her on and she clears her throat, looking oddly nervous. “If you win, I’ll take you up on that ride home.”

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