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The time together.

The dinner and talking.

But especially the company.

Until the nerves flew back in after we’d cleaned everything, and I realised the polite thing to do would be to leave. He had work tomorrow. I didn’t. Well, I did promise Dad I’d drop into the compound and clean up his office in the workshop. But other than that, I was a free lady. I could get up whenever I wanted, and Texas probably had an early client.

Standing in his kitchen, I rubbed my hands on my thighs and looked around while I said, “I, ah, better get going. Let you get some rest or get to your designing.” I lifted my hand and waved lamely. “Night.” I turned.

“Maya.”

Pausing, I didn’t look back, but I asked, “Yeah?”

“How about some ice cream?”

Facing him, I conjured up some sass and crossed my arms over my chest while raising a brow. “Don’t you have work to do?”

His lips twitched. “Not right now.”

“Oh, um, okay then.”

“Good. Sit your arse up on the counter, and I’ll dish some up.”

I did, just so I could watch his body move around while he placed a couple of scoops of Neapolitan ice cream in the bowls. He passed one to me.

“I don’t like Neapolitan.”

He stilled, watching me, and I couldn’t keep a straight face. He shook his head, smirking. “You’re a shithead.”

“Sometimes.”

“Glad to see this side of you coming out more often,” he said gently.

After stirring the ice cream around, I took a mouthful and shrugged. “I’m comfortable to be myself around you.” Most of the time, that was.Except when my wanton hussy comes out and wants to jump you.

“Like that, babe.”

I shrugged again, knowing my face was heating.

All too soon, my bowl was empty. Did I leave now? Texas stepped close and took my bowl from me. As he placed both next to me on the counter, my heart galloped under my ribs when he took another step closer.

“Maya.”

“Hmm?” I asked, not daring to look up from his chest.

What was he going to say? Was he going to do something?

Gah,I screamed internally while butterflies took off in flight inside my stomach. Then they sped up into a tornado when his hands rested down on my thighs.

My breath caught in my throat as he gently shifted my thighs apart and stood between them.

“Maya.”

“Y-Yes?”

“Look at me, gorgeous.”

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

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