Page 79 of That One Touch


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He turned when he heard her footsteps.

“She’s asleep,” Cassie told him.

He nodded. “Thank you for reading to her.”

“She’s never a problem. I like spending time with her.”

Was that a wince? It looked like one. She shifted her feet. “So I think I’m gonna go home. I have an early start in the morning.”

It wasn’t as though she was hoping for anything else, anyway. She knew Presley well enough to know that he wasn’t going to go for a full on make out session while his daughter was sleeping upstairs.

“You sure you don’t want to stay?” he asked her. “I can make you a drink.”

“I’m driving.”

He held up his beer. “Non-alcoholic.”

“It’s fine. I’ll grab a water when I get home before I crash. It’s been a long day, you know?”

His eyes caught hers. “Please stay.”

Her breath caught in her throat. There was that little boy lost look again. It seemed so out of place in this man – and he was definitely all man. Strong and silent and protective.

When she was in his arms it felt like the world could collapse around them and he’d still keep her safe.

“Do you want me to?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Okay then.” She nodded, and he turned and walked over to the refrigerator, pouring her a glass of water from the dispenser. When he handed it to her, their fingers brushed and she jumped from how cool they were.

“Want to sit outside?” he asked her. “It’s warm enough.”

“That sounds nice.” She followed him out through the open doors. He was right, it was warm, even with a breeze in the air that ruffled the leaves in the oak trees and lifted her hair as she walked.

He had an old pair of white painted chairs, set around a table that looked like it barely got any use. “My mom’s old set,” he told her. “I was supposed to replace it a couple of years ago. Haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

“Do you not sit out here much?” she asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down. The moon was low in the sky, looking like an overripe fruit. Pres pulled out the seat next to her and sat in it, stretching his long legs out.

“Not really. Between Delilah and work I’m pretty busy. And now there’s the band.”

“Did you see the group message from Alex?” she asked him. “Another video went viral.”

“Yeah, I saw.” Presley shook his head. “I swear he’s addicted to that app.”

“A few of the moms at the dance school have seen it. They wanted to know when our next gig is.”

“Did you tell them?”

“Yeah. I think they have the hots for you and Marley. Kept asking if you’re both single.”

He turned his head to look at her. “What did you tell them?”

Funny how interested he was now. She lifted a brow. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

The ghost of a smile passed his lips. Warmth rushed through her, because it felt like the sun was blasting after days of rain.

“Want me to make you tell me?”

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