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I nod at the stranger when they walk past me to leave.
“Do you have time to talk?”
“Super busy today,” she says, her eyes landing anywhere but on mine.
“Chandler’s dad died yesterday evening.”
Her jaw flexes. “I’m aware. I was going to put together a care package for him.”
I hate the dismissiveness in her tone, but I also know that I can’t control how she feels. If I could, the kiss this morning would’ve landed us in bed where I would’ve kept her all day.
“That’s why I’m here.”
Her eyes find mine for the briefest of seconds before she pulls them away again.
“Eastyn said he’d love the cookie dough ones.”
“How considerate of her. I’m all out of cookie dough. I put the last of them in my care package.”
There was a time when she’d suggest that we send one care package together. The man can only eat so many cupcakes after all.
The suggestion never meets her lips.
“What’s his second favorite?”
She shrugs as she reaches for a bleach cleaning wipe. “Eastyn didn’t tell you? She seems to know everything about everyone.”
I pull my head back at the unfamiliar bitterness in her tone.
“I’m sure he’ll be happy with anything,” I tell her.
Chapter 32
Adalynn
Just like a man to think someone should be grateful with whatever they get.
I pull in a deep breath as I reach into the display case to pull out the last of the vanilla cupcakes with chocolate icing. They’re Cash’s favorite, but I recall Chandler begging him for one once when I took some to the office. I figure they’d be great to send to him.
I should probably apologize to Cash for my attitude this morning. Madison let me know about Chandler’s dad after I got to work this morning. Apparently, the heartbroken man got drunk last night at the bar, but he went with Cash who made sure he was safe.
I was hurt thinking that Cash skipped out on family dinner last night just to go drink or even meet someone else there when really he was being a good friend.
Then I remember how many times over the last month that he’s called to cancel plans. I know he wasn’t helping Chandler those times, and my anger flares once again.
“How much time do you need?”
I nearly drop the cupcake in my hand when he speaks.
“Excuse me?”
“Time, Adalynn. You wanted time. How much?”
I open my mouth to speak but he continues before I can.
“The app told me this morning that you’re fertile. Are we doing this again this month or what?”
Good enough for that, but not good enough for more.
