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I snort. “No.”
“And there you have my why.”
“You’re not making any sense.”
He grasps my hands and draws me near. I inhale his firewood scent and nearly forget all about this conversation. I’d rather have him pull me in his arms before melding his lips to mine and—
He pinches my chin until my eyes meet his. “I knew you wouldn’t want another night with me if you thought I was staying in the area. And I would have done anything to have one more night with you.”
I rear back. “How did you know I don’t double dip? We barely knew each other then.”
“It wasn’t hard to figure out.”
“But it’s been months. You could have told me in the meantime.”
“And look what happened when you found out. You ditched me.”
“I ditched you because you lied.”
“And I explained why. Can you forgive me? I’ve missed you. I miss our friendship.”
“I don’t know,” I lie.
I’ve already forgiven him. He didn’t tell me about his connection to Winter Falls because he wanted another night with me. It’s hard to be mad when a man admits to how much he wants you.
I should probably tell him I forgive him, but I don’t. I don’t need him figuring out how attached I am to him. And make no mistake about it, telling a man you forgive him means you care.
But I can’t care. Not when I don’t deserve love.
Chapter 16
All the fighting is worth it if make up sex is the result ~ Cedar’s rules for living his best life
Cedar
Relief rushes through me. She’s forgiven me. She hasn’t said the words. Not my Cassandra. She’s still afraid to share her feelings with me. Fair enough. I haven’t exactly shared mine with her either.
I hold out my hand. “Friends?”
As we shake hands, her gaze zeros in on my lips. I growl.
“If you want to stick to friends only, you need to stop staring at my lips like you’re ready to devour me.”
She bites her bottom lip and my cock twitches. He wants more than friendship with this woman. As do I, but I’m trying to take things slow.
“Who said anything about sticking to just friends?”
Good enough for me. I use my hold on her hand to haul her to me. I lift her up to place her on my lap, but Diva barks and stops me.
“Crap. I forgot about your dog.” I go to pick her up, but Diva snarls at me before jumping from my lap and strutting off to her dog bed.
“Why do you have a dog bed?”
“For Diva.”
I keep my answer evasive. She doesn’t need to know I rushed to the pet store in White Bridge after I met Diva tonight to pick up all the dog supplies I could think of.
She narrows her eyes on me. “Awful presumptuous of you.”
