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During my moments where I felt positive that this must be temporary for them, I told myself that it would be better if I pulled back; reminded myself that I was liable to get badly burned if I didn’t. I even occasionally resolved that I’d make excuses the next time they invited me to either of their homes; that I’d stop giving them so much of my time and attention.

But I never pulled back, and that resolve to make excuses always crumbled. Because I believed in grabbing moments of happiness whenever you could, even if it meant taking chances on people or situations. I’d taken risks many times in my life, and most of them had paid off. This could pay off, too.

Knuckles wrapped on my front door. I opened it wide, and there stood Kaleb. So markedly rugged, so incredibly masculine, so unabashedly sexy. My pulse kicked up, and everything feminine within me all but cheered.

He stepped inside, his lips curving, and tagged my nape. “You look as gorgeous and fuckable as always.”

I melted into him. “Right back atcha.”

He took my mouth in a lazy kiss, sipping and nipping. “Hmm, needed that.”

“I’m surprised to see you here. I figured you’d be at home cooking right now.”

His brow flicked up. “We agreed on Wednesday that we’ve have takeout tonight, remember?”

NowI did. “Oh, that’s right.”

A teasing smile plucked at his mouth. “Should I be worried by how easily you forget our plans?” He boldly rested a hand on my ass. “Is it a case of ‘out of sight, out of mind’ for you?”

“No. It’s a case of me having a busy week. My brain gets frazzled, and then I forget shit. Including my own PIN for, like, a good thirty seconds. I kind of just stared at the cashier in the grocery store, my mind blank.”

Humor lit his eyes. “You work too hard.”

So he kept saying. And he wasn’t wrong. “Is that why you came to pick me up even though I didn’t need to head out this early? To make sure that I didn’t work late again?”

His smile turned sheepish. “Busted.”

I rolled my eyes. “It should annoy me that you’re butting in this way. I don’t know why it doesn’t.”

“I do.” He nuzzled my neck. “It doesn’t annoy you because you know I mean well.”

I huffed, untangling myself from his arms. “I’m sure it will please you to hear that I’m done for the day. I’m ready to leave when you are.”

“Then let’s go.”

The drive to Kaleb’s place wasn’t a long one, so he soon whipped the car into his masonry driveway. He owned a detached house not far from the mall. The colonial style home was absolutely charming with its dormer windows, covered porch, green lawn, cute little fence, and window boxes.

He took my hand as he led me into the house. He’d given me a tour the first time I came here. It was all warm colors, dark woods, and sleek lines. He had a very cool soundproof home studio to use for recording, auditioning, or practicing voice narrations.

Considering the house was essentially a bachelor pad, I’d been surprised by how clean and tidy it was. But then, it wouldn’t be so hard to keep tidy. He was something of a minimalist. There was no unnecessary furniture, no clutter, no mementos lying around. Yet, the place didn’t look soulless. It had a very homey feel.

“Trace will be here soon,” he said, gently pulling me down the hallway and into the kitchen. “We might as well have a drink while we wait.”

We were both halfway through a glass of wine when Trace arrived, all elegance and smolder. Much like his BFF, he was quick to steal a kiss from me. Kaleb then ordered our food, which was delivered fairly quickly.

We sat at the dining table, talking and laughing between bites of food. In no time at all, we’d demolished our pizza, garlic bread, barbeque wings, and nachos.

Afterward, we made ourselves comfortable in the living room. At first, we simply sat on the sofa with me in the middle. But once we’d finished our glasses of wine, Kaleb wasted no time in lifting me up and placing me on his lap so that I straddled him.

He hummed. “That’s better.” He plucked at the lace that threaded through the front of my blouse like a corset. “I like this top.”

I smiled, resting my hands on his sides. “Thank you. I made it.”

Kaleb’s brows inched up. “Yeah? Do you make a lot of your own clothes?”

“Not alot.I enjoy shopping too much to design my entire wardrobe. But I do like to make my own clothes. I sometimes also spruce up something I’ve bought.”

Trace scooted over to us and planted a possessive hand on my thigh. “I suppose this is where your experience with costume design comes in handy.”

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