Page 40 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

“No, thanks.”

“You should just stay the night,” Kaisen said. “No need to go back out in that weather. I’ll take you home in the morning.”

I shook my head. “I can’t. I have an order I need to work on. I was planning on going back to the bakery tonight.”

He frowned. “In this weather? Dorie, it’s pouring out there. Can’t you take a night off?”

“I’ll be fine,” I said, though I wasn’t entirely sure I believed it myself.

Kaisen sighed, running a hand over his face. “Let me take you home to get a fresh change of clothes, and then I’ll take you to the bakery. You said your car is shot. And I have a feeling you’re going to walk to the bakery if I don’t take you, you lunatic.”

He was right.

I hesitated, my defenses wavering. “Why are you being so nice to me?” I asked, my voice softer now. “Am I some charity case to you? Just because your friend and my sister are getting married⁠—”

“No,” he said, cutting me off. “That’s not it at all. It’s not like I have anything else to do. I drive you around town or I sit here on my ass and watch water fall from the sky.”

“Okay.”

“Finish your pizza,” he said. “I’m not about to get left with all this pizza in the house. I have to fit in the tux.”

I stared at him for a moment, then down at the plate in front of me. I picked up the slice and took a bite. It was better than anything I’d had in weeks. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I started eating. Kaisen was watching me as he ate his own slice.

“You’re staring,” I said, my mouth half full.

“You’re eating,” he countered, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It’s progress.”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t stop. When I finished the second slice, Kaisen grabbed his keys from the counter.

“Ready?” he asked, tossing them in the air and catching them effortlessly.

“I should put my shirt back on.”

“It’s wet. Stay dry.”

I didn’t argue. He drove me back to my condo and came inside. Rick was on his cat tree, tail hanging and swishing with irritation, like he couldn’t believe I brought a man back into his domain.

I left Kaisen in the living room and went into my room to change into dry clothes. It was going to be another very late night at the bakery.

When I returned to the living room, it was to find Kaisen having a stare-down with Rick.

“You two be nice,” I said.

“He’s the one trying to start shit,” Kaisen said.

“He’s also the one who will finish what he starts,” I warned.

“We’ll see,” he said.

“Look, I can take an Uber to the bakery,” I told him. “You don’t need to take me.”

“I will. I am.” He nodded at the espresso machine on the counter. “I’ll come over tomorrow and set that up for you.”

“I have to work.”

“So, leave the door unlocked or give me the key,” he said with a shrug. “Are you worried I’m going to steal your cat?”

“Good luck trying,” I said with a small laugh. “Rick is un-stealable.”