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“Let’s have some coffee and a little breakfast,” he said.

He turned and walked away. Partially hypnotized by his cute ass, and still a little schoolgirl-ish from the previous night’s perfect sex, I stood and stared. I could get used to what we had, but the odds of that were minimal, if at all.

Goose “threw together” a breakfast of omelets, toast, and fresh fruit. With the beach in full view, we sat across from each other at the kitchen island and ate. It seemed like a dream.

“I’ve got somewhere I’ve got to go for the club on Sunday.” He sipped his coffee. “Other than that, I’m going to be here for the rest of the week.”

I didn’t know what to say. It was Wednesday morning. By the sound of things, he had an uneventful few days planned.

“Okay,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“If you want, you can sleep over.”

“Again tonight?” I asked, as if it were no big deal.

“Until Sunday,” he said without looking up from his food. “When I leave with the club.”

I did a mental fist pump. And then, another. “I’d like that.”

He lifted his head. His eyes smiled. “Me, too.”

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Goose

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on, or are you going to make me guess?” Ally asked.

“I’m fine.” I wasn’t. I took a sip of coffee, hoping the cup would hide my pursed lips. “Everything’s fine.”

“You’ve been acting depressed since we ate lunch.” She sat down on the bar stool across from me. “Something’s bothering you. You can talk to me about anything, you know. Whatever you say will stay between us. You can trust me on that.”

Ally’s ability to read people was second to none. It seemed she knew what I was thinking long before I was willing to reveal my thoughts. Hiding my feelings was a thing of the past.

It was Friday. Sunday’s schedule had my stomach in knots.

I was never keen on cleaning up Cash’s messes, but it seemed I’d been doing so for years. Cash’s assets were limited to his physical strength and his lack of fear. Other than that, he was a thorn in the club’s side.

Revealing to Ally what was troubling me wasn’t going to happen. The risk associated with it was far too great. Telling her my frustrations wouldn’t hurt. As long as I kept things simple.

I pushed my cup of coffee to the side and peered over the island. “We’ve got a guy in the club that’s always doing stupid shit. We’re left with the task of cleaning up his messes. This Sunday, that’s what we’re doing. We’re going to clean up one of his messes.”

“If he’s in your club, he’s been a friend since you were kids, right?”

“He has.”

“You’re not the type to let anyone force you into anything.” She looped her finger through the cup’s handle. “If you’re friends with him, it’s because he possesses a few redeeming qualities. Enough to make up for his shortcomings, anyway. What are his strengths?”

“He’s strong.”

One brow raised. “Physically?”

I nodded. “Covered in muscles from head to toe.”

She gave me a blank look. “Oh-kay. He’s strong. What else?”

“He’s fearless.”

Her cup was half the distance to her mouth. She paused. “He’s courageous?”