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He hadn’t said anything in what felt like forever.

Just stared at me with that dark, twitchy gaze.

I think I broke him.

Suddenly he backed away, hands falling from my body.

But Andrew didn’t turn and run away like I thought he might. Instead he pointed to the door leading inside. “Go.”

He sounded mad and it got my feet moving, sent me spinning to open the door and get inside.

I needed his help and I should have taken that into consideration.

Hopefully I could smooth this over.

Maybe if I promised to be good.

Swore I’d stop trying to get in his pants.

His very well-filled-out pants.

I turned to face him. “I’m sorry.”

Andrew’s head barely tipped to one side and his eyes narrowed as he slowly stalked toward me. “What are you sorry for?”

“Objectifying you?” I backed away as he came closer, trying to buy time to repair the damage I’d clearly done.

Andrew kept coming, his steps slow and even. “Is that a question?”

“No?” My butt bumped into the counter, but I made a quick side-step and continued moving through the kitchen.

“That sounds like another question, Pickles.”

I shouldn’t like hearing him call me that, but there was something about my childhood nickname coming out of his mouth that did things to me.

Terrible things, considering the current situation.

“I’m sorry that I keep trying to get you to—” I hesitated to say the word again.

“Say it.” It wasn’t a request. It was a demand.

And it did the same damn thing hearing him say Pickles did.

I nearly tripped over nothing as I struggled to function while every cell in my body tried to knock me down at his feet.

Hoping he might take mercy on me.

Put me out of my misery.

“I’m sorry that I’m so forward.” That was an easy apology to make.

I was sorry for that. Especially right now.

“That’s not what you said earlier.” Andrew walked a little faster. “Say what you said earlier, Pickles.”

My knees went a little weak, making my next few steps wonky. “I don’t remember what I said.”

One reddish brow lifted. “You don’t remember saying you were sorry you’d been trying to fuck me for years?”