Page 41 of Mafia Captor

There’s no way he really made those cookies, is there?

I’d marry him right now.

He flips the page, his brow furrowing like he’s reading in another language.

“This fuckin’ guy. What kind of advice is this?” he mutters to himself.

I could stand here staring at him longer, but a creepy little spider of guilt is tickling my tummy. I’m not one for spying.

“Ahem.” I clear my throat to get his attention.

He looks up from his book. As soon as he sees me, the cross look on his face disappears. He closes the book, setting it down beside him.

“What’s up?”

My heart thumps in my ears at what I’m about to ask.

I need to know where I stand.

Just spit it out, Ashely.I take a deep breath. “Will you be my date at the rooftop bar event tomorrow night?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” Relief rushes through me.

See? I’m not disgusting.

“We were already going in the same car, weren’t we?” he says.

Oh. Soo… not a date. Just carpool buddies.

“We are. K. Bye.” I spin on my heel, ready to run, my heart thumping in my chest. “See ya.”

His deep voice echoes through the room, stopping me. “Wait.”

“What?” I glance over my shoulder at him, so ready to leave this room and go be embarrassed by myself.

Maybe Lopsy is up for some more stress eating.

His dark brows lift, demanding the truth. “Is that it?”

“Yup.”

“You sure?”

“Uh. Huh.” I flip back to the door to leave.

“K.”

I can’t leave this room, still in limbo, still wondering where I stand with him.

Because if I’m being honest with myself… really honest?

I want to know if he still wants me.

‘Cause I’m starting to think I want him.

I turn back to face him. “Wait.”

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