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CHAPTER 20
“ And then he just left?”
“Yep,” Honor confirmed. “Walked out and hasn’t knocked on my door since.”
“Why am I just hearing about this three days later?” Mae turned her face into the breeze as she reached up to dislodge a strand of hair stuck to her lips. “We need to talk more often.”
“We’d both have to be less busy.” She leaned against the side of her friend’s truck outside the house of her current kitchen remodel. With the sun shining down on their Saturday morning coffee break, her petite friend looked cute in her red company logo shirt, jeans, leather tool belt, and brown, steel-toed work boots.
“True, but you gotta call me with this kind of stuff. Especially if he starts ghosting you afterward.” Indignation sharpened her tone.
“Oh, no, sorry. He’s texted each day, but I thought for sure he’d stop by again.”
Hoped he’d stop by, because it seemed her Asher addiction was a real thing. Expected him to stop by because, clearly, she was a sure thing.
“You’d think,” Mae agreed, “but then again, you did tell him you had to work.”
“I didn’t think it would keep him completely away. Other stuff aside, it was fun talking to him while I worked.” His sexy voice was ten times better than music.
“He probably doesn’t trust himself not to sling you over his shoulder to ravish in your bedroom.”
“Yeah, right.” Though just imagining that scenario sent a giddy wave of heat through her body.
“I’m serious.” Mae’s smile softened. “He respects you. That’s sweet.”
“It is, but it’s also frustrating when I know he fantasizes about me baking naked.” Right now, she wanted the fantasy, not the respect.
No, you don’t.
No, she didn’t.
Well, she did, but she didn’t. Yes, the man had rocked her world with just his fingers and his mouth, and in true Asher fashion, left her wanting more. But, his texts had been thoughtful, playful, and even the sassier ones had been kind of romantic. Every time her phone alerted an incoming text, her pulse sped up and her heart smiled. She was like Pavlov’s dog expecting a treat.
“He totally gets points for not acting on that fantasy when you would’ve let him,” Mae pointed out. “I will say though, as much as I want to hear these things, maybe keep the naked baking to yourself. That’s an image I don’t want in my head when I walk into your kitchen.”
“I told you about the couch, and the kitchen is the image you don’t want?”
Mae shrugged.
Honor laughed as she added, “If it helps, he said I’m wearing my apron.”
“Nope.” She gave a shudder. “That’s even worse.”
“How is that worse?”
“Because I just tried to figure out if the apron covers everything.”
“It doesn’t. I got curious myself.”
Mae planted her free hand on her hip, nose scrunched. “Why would you tell me that?”
Honor fought a grin. “No secrets between friends?”
“Fine. If that’s the case, I’m going to need to see your sketch of Asher.”
“Oh, hell no. I’m not sharing that with you after you flooded my driveway with drool last weekend.”
“Don’t make me revoke best friend status.”
