Page 81 of Forbid It

ME

Hot. How’s Wales?

CASSIE

Wet

ME

I would much rather be there

CASSIE

Oh sorry, did you mean the weather? I meant something else…

I choke on my tongue, fumbling with my car keys and nearly dropping them on the hot asphalt. I repeat my message.

ME

I would much rather be there

Thankfully, I’m back in my car with the door closed before my dick starts to tent my shorts. I palm it firmly once and tuck it under my waistband, praying that my dirty girl will at least wait until I’m home before she turns me inside out. I can’t spend the entire drive home with a boner. I’ll never make it.

ME

I’m getting ready to drive home

CASSIE

Want some company?

I bite my lip to stop the smile spreading and click call.

“Hi,” her smoky voice purrs.

“Hi, trouble. What time is it there?”

“Late. Danny and Anya have gone out for dinner.”

“You didn’t want to join them?”

“I was going to, but then I had another idea for a song.” I love that inspiration is coming easier than it had before, and I really love that it’s happening in my home country.

“Oh yeah?”

“Want to hear?”

“Yes, please.” When I first started doing this journey, the commute was brutal. There weren’t enough podcasts in the world to make the drive bearable, but now I get my own private concert. Cassie strums at her guitar as her voice echoes through my speaker.

She finishes abruptly. “And then I can’t figure out the rest.”

“It sounds good.”

“Thank you.”

I flex my jaw as I ponder how to bring up what Hamilton said at practice. I’m pretty confident that he doesn’t know anything, but there will come a time when this will come to a head, and it might be sooner than we’d like to think. “I saw your dad today.”

“At work?” Cassie says, still playing, a teasing lilt in her voice. “Likely place for him to be.”