Page 60 of Casita Casanova
After tossing and turning all night, I find myself staring out at the casita as I drink my coffee. I upset Cas during dinner, which only works to solidify my decision that we’re too different to be involved. Even as friends.
Shaking my head, I take a sip. Friends? Who am I kidding? There’s no chance of being friends with someone I want so badly—and who clearly wants me just as much.
The physical attraction is too strong, the pull to him too palpable.
The mini fridge for his room should arrive today. If I buy a microwave, a coffee pot, and… maybe a hot plate… he won’t need much from the main house. We can avoid one another and live our lives separately. As they should be.
As they were just forty-eight hours ago, when I didn’t know him from Adam and he didn’t know me from Eve.
Two strangers. Neighbors.
Friendly, but not friends.
The door opens to the casita and I duck, then move to the side of the kitchen window and try to peek out past the curtains.
I don’t want to admit that I’m hoping he’ll be naked again, because that makes me a pervert, but the disappointment in my chest when he steps outside and my eyes fall to his shorts is proof enough that I might have a problem.
A Cas West problem.
I squat and move away from the window—
He knocks on the door. Closing my eyes, I rise back to my feet. Should have ordered the coffeepotbeforehe arrived. Stupid woman.
I’m in an ugly old nightdress, so when I look down, a rush of panic seizes me, but I push it aside. I should do everything in my power to deter him. Giving myself a curt nod, I open the door.
Somehow, I’m never prepared for what this man looks like.
His pale eyes search mine. A muscle in his jaw works.
I keep my eyes on his, even though they want to travel south.
“I’ve never loved anyone but myself.”
I pull in a deep breath. “Okay.”
“And my parents.”
“Okay.”
“Can I have some coffee?”
“Okay.” I step aside as he comes in, then goes straight to the pot and reaches up above to pull out a mug from the cabinet, looking perfectly at home here, which is as intriguing as it is terrifying. Cas finishes pouring his coffee and turns around, leaning his hips back against the counter.
His gaze travels down my body.
And now I’m regretting my decision not to change.
“That’s…” His lips twitch, but he covers the motion by taking a sip of his coffee.
“A nightgown.”
One eyebrow quirks up. “I didn’t know people actually wore those.”
I take a sip of my coffee and mimic his stance, leaning against the opposite counter. “Old people do.”
Cas shakes his head. “Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
