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“Ha. Ha.” She waved the spatula around again.
“Lucy.”
“Of course.” She peeked at him from the corner of her eye.
He smirked but raised his hands in a surrender. “I felt a connection.”
“Yes, it was your lips pressed against her lips.” A giggle rose up in Bellamy. It grew when a laugh burst from Coy. A timer beeped on the oven across the room and Coy straightened, grabbing one of the hot pads from the island.
“Should I get them?” he asked, hand on the handle of the oven.
“Yes, thank you.” She tried not to sigh at the sight of Coy Jones with oven mitts on his hands, not even reaching the top of his hand, pulling biscuits from her oven.
“Good gravy, Bells. These look like heaven.” He laid the pan on the cooling rack on the island.
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help laughing at him. She stopped the second Agnes stepped through the kitchen doorway and pinned Coy with a glare. “What are you doing here?” Agnes asked.
“I’m supposed to be here. My schedule says Portia is already supposed to have come and gone.” He settled himself on a stool at the island, plucking one of the biscuits from the pan and reaching for the butter dish. Sweet cream, he was at home in Bellamy’s kitchen. And she loved it.
Agnes growled softly. “I sent Zane a text. This is when I hate the fact that Nico doesn’t allow any of you to have phones. I mean, I get it. But this is maddening that I can’t get a hold of you.”
“Zane was still sleeping.”
Agnes rolled her eyes. “Well, I guess … just stay in here then.” She turned to Bellamy. “Is there a vehicle I can borrow to go see what’s going on with Portia?”
Bellamy pointed to a set of keys hanging up by the kitchen door. “There’s a side-by-side parked right out by the back door. You know how to get over to the cabin?”
“Yeah, I was there last night.” Agnes grabbed the keys and pulled the kitchen door shut behind her. She had likely meant to keep the women from finding out that Coy was hiding out in the kitchen but closing them off together made Bellamy’s skin prickle with nervous energy.
“So…” She pulled the veggies from the burner. “What’s the group date going to be?”
Coy raised an eyebrow. “Thought you said you’d seen every season ofThe Catch?”
“Oh, right.” Embarrassment pinched her chest, forcing out a breathy laugh. Of course she knew that the first group date, when the most women were still around, meant everyone playing the currentCatch’ssport. “Yeah, a pick-up game of basketball. Going back to the gym, then?”
He nodded. “You coming to watch?”
“I have things to do around here. Like my job.” And not flirting anymore with Coy and falling for him.
“Okay, then what tips do you have for my date with Lucy today?”
She had the urge to punch Coy Jones in the stomach for askingherhow to charm Lucy. Bellamy turned away from her cooking to see his eyes dancing with mischief. Of course, Coy thought they were friends. He didn’t realize his good looks and sweetness and flirting had made her like him so much.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” she muttered.
Chapter Six
Lucy, 23
Phoenix, Arizona
Model
“I was not surprised when Coy chose me for the alone time. Our souls spoke to each other from the first time we talked yesterday, and the attraction was clearly there. It’s so obvious that Coy is falling for me just as hard as I’m falling for him.”
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Coy would fightanyone who tried to tell him that he hadn’t gotten the best location for his season ofThe Catch. Sure, Kane Wilson had gotten a cute little beach town in Texas, but Coy had gotten Bellamy Hansen, and no amount of dates on the beach would ever make up for that. Especially since she cheated for him and opened back up her laptop to show him the security cameras covering the lobby and kitchen of the Ranch House, allowing him to watch how every girl had reacted to Lucy getting the One-on-One Game.
