Page 110 of I Knead You Tonight

Except it’s not working, because deep down he knows I’m right.

I like Winston, and he clearly likes me.

But we can’t push this thing between us another step forward until he addresses the thing that’s holding him back.

Himself.

I force my feet to move, heading into the kitchen to grab the treat I bought to console myself after my last day in the kitchen.

Winston sends me a glance over his shoulder when I slide the back door open.

“Hey,” I say quietly.

He grunts in response.

“Here.” I slide a pint of ice cream toward him. “Thought you could use this.”

He looks down at the offer then back at me. “Do I look like a basic white girl?”

“Excuse me? Pumpkin ice cream is thebestice cream.”

He chortles. “It is pretty damn good.” After popping the lid on the container, he holds out his hand. “Spoon me, woman.”

“Spooning leads to forking, you know.” I waggle my brows, handing him a utensil.

“Is that a promise of what’s to come tonight?”

“Maybe.” I smirk. “I wouldn’t be opposed.”

It’s been four days since we last had sex, which is practically a dry spell for us.

I’ve just been so tired when I come home from work that I fall right into bed after taking care of Riker.

“I’m being serious, Drew—if you want to continue staying here while you go to culinary school, you’re more than welcome to. It’ll help cut down on expenses, allowing you to work less and focus more on school. Plus, between me and Sully, we can keep Riker out of daycare to cut costs there too.”

My immediate thought is to say no, to refute his offer like I’ve already done.

But he’s making many valid points.

It would save me money, yes, but would living with Winston save my sanity? Admittedly, these last few weeks have been better between us, but that could easily be attributed to me not being here all that often.

I don’t want to bank my future on a few good weeks.

If I’m going to do this—go to school, work, and care for my son—I’ll need stability.

I don’t know if Winston’s ready for that kind of commitment.

“You keep trying to convince me to stay forever and a girl might start thinking there’s something more to your proposal.”

“Maybe there is.”

He sets his ice cream down on the railing then grabs mine from my hand and does the same. He pulls me toward him, his hands cupping my face and bringing it up to his.

“What?” I whisper when he doesn’t say anything, just bores his eyes into mine.

“I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

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