Chapter 9
After a week in the hospital, the doc says I’m good to go–just a scar on my forehead. []
I climb into Shane’s car without a word as he drives away from my old neighborhood. []
He takes me to his place: a lakef
villa in the ritziest part of town.
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Chad once wanted to buy here, be neighbors with Shane, but these old – money families think self–made guys are just flashy nobodies.
They’d rather leave houses empty than sell to “new money.”
Chad got so pissed about it, he spent weeks networking over dinner–we even fought about it. I thought a home just needs to be cozy, but he saw this as
status.
Watching the sunset over the lake, I get it.
The
The view alone is worth the cash–sunrises and sunsets like this? Major vibes.
“Want to lie down?”
Shane wraps his arms around me from behind. That crisp cedar scent makes my skin tingle.
I pull his hands away, turn, and stand on tiptoe to kiss him.[]
His eyes darken, and after a beat, he cups my head, taking over the kiss.
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We’ve made out a bunch in the hospital–he went from stiff to… really into it. Every nerve lights up under his tongue, his hands.
He pins me to the living room couch, and just as things heat up, his phone buzzes.
Shane pulls back, eyes rimmed red, storm clouds in his gaze. He props himself up on one arm, fishes out his phone. When he sees the caller ID, he starts
to get up.
I loop my arms around his neck, plop into his lap as he sits.
“Baby, stay.” [
His jaw tenses, but he doesn’t push me off.
I peek at the screen, then get bolder, trailing my fingers down his chest.
Shane grabs my wrist, breathing hard. []
“Let me take this call.” [
He answers, flat–toned: “What?” []
“Dude, poker night-” [
“Busy.”
“You haven’t been out in days. Wait, are you-” []
“Baby, I’m hungry!” []
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The voice cuts off, then a shout: “Dude, since when do you have a girlfriend?!” [
Shane hangs up. The caller doesn’t redial.
His hawk–like eyes lock on me. I puff out my cheeks: “Work hours are over. You stay with your wife, no dude nights.”
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He pauses, then asks: “What do you want for dinner?”
“Ribs and salad.” [
I expect takeout, but he sets me on the couch and heads to the kitchen.
I follow, watching him pull from the fridge, rinse them off.
“Wait, you’re cooking?” [
He doesn’t look up, just nods. [
“You know how to cook?”
He glances over: “Why wouldn’t I?” ||
Shit–did he just trick me?
“Dunno, I forgot.” []
I force a smile, laying on the compliments: “Baby, you’re hot, rich, and you cook? I must’ve saved a galaxy in my past life to land you. I’m so lucky!” [
He quirks an eyebrow, half- amused.]
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