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My heart is doing that thing again where it feels like it’s riding on ocean waves inside my chest, and I can’t remember what I’m supposed to be doing. So I just nod again, blinking until my sister comes into view at my side and I finally remember what’s going on.
“Pike. Mr. Lawson,” I correct myself, “Sorry. This is my sister, Cam.” I gesture to her. “And she was just leaving.”
He glances over at her. “Hi.”
And then to my surprise, his gaze moves back to me for a moment before he sees the mail on the counter and begins flipping through it like we’re not even here.
I blink, slightly confused.
Cam’s a carnival ride. She might be younger than him, but she’s certainly a woman, and most men let their eyes linger on her, her long legs, and the perky and expensive handfuls she has under that tank top. He doesn’t.
“Yeah, nice to meet you,” she says back. “Thanks for taking her in.”
He spares us a quick glance and half-smile before taking all the envelopes and stuffing them in a mail holder.
Cam starts to walk out of the kitchen, and I follow her as she enters the laundry room.
Once she’s out of his line-of-sight, she spins around, mouthing to me “Oh, my God” with a mischievous gleam in her wide eyes.
I clench my jaw, jerking my chin to keep her moving. She’s going to be over here every other day flirting with him now.
I hear Pike behind me, opening one of the ovens, and I turn around.
“I was making dinner,” I tell him. “For the three of us. Is that okay?”
He closes the oven, and I see a hint of relief on his face. “Yeah, that’s great, actually.” He sighs. “Thank you. I’m starving.”
“It’ll just be fifteen more minutes.”
He reaches into the refrigerator and pulls out a Corona, sticking the cap under an opener nailed under the island and pulls the top off, the cap dropping into the trash. “Enough time for a shower,” he replies, glancing down at us. “Excuse me.”
And then he walks out of the kitchen, the bottle hanging from his fingers as he clears the entryway by only half a foot. I pause, it hitting me how tall he is again. This is a good size house, too, but it will be impossible to not notice him in a room.
“Now I get it,” my sister whispers a taunt in my ear. “And here I was, worried you’d be suffering unwanted advances from a sweaty, old, fat fart.”
“Shut up.” I close my eyes in exasperation.
I hear the back door open and humor laces her voice as she teases, “You take care of your men now.”
I whirl around to slam the door closed in her face, but she squeals, pulling it shut before I have a chance.
“Oh, I don’t like onions.”
I stop at Pike’s words and stare down at the barbeque sauce drizzled all over my onion ring-stacked masterpieces. They’re an Instagram post just waiting to happen. If I take off the beautiful, golden onions it’ll just be a Pinterest fail.
“Try a bite?” I ventu
re, with a timid smile. “You’ll like this. I promise.”
In my experience, men will eat what’s in front of them.
He seems to think about it for a moment and then closes the fridge and meets my gaze. His expression softens. “Okay.”
He probably feels like he owes me a bite, since I made dinner, so I’ll take it. Topping the burger, I hand him the plate, and he carries it over to a stool, taking a bite before he even sits down. I spare a glance over my shoulder. His jaw stops moving, and he blinks a few times, the muscles in his cheeks flexing. And then I hear a groan.
I turn back around to the stove so he can’t see my smile.
“That’s good, actually,” he says. “Really good.”
