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Yeah, that’s a swell idea, Theo.

“You still haven’t told me what you’re making us yet.” Cassie wanders up next to me at the stove.

“Chicken,” I mummer.

“And rice, I see.” She points to the box on the counter.

I grunt.

“I’ll be honest, I’m surprised. You mentioned you didn’t really cook. I expected the grill to be going.”

“I thought about that, but I decided to show up my skills in the kitchen. Any man can grill. Not every man can wield a cast iron skillet.” My lips quirk. Just being in this woman’s presence changes my mood.

“Well, I’m impressed. I don’t even have a skillet like this.”

I place a lid over the skillet to let the chicken cook. “Nearly every meal I know how to make can be made in this skillet.” Dumping the rice into the rice cooker I pulled out of a cabinet before she arrived, I get that started.

“What a different side of you. You led me to believe you didn’t cook.”

“Not really.” I lean against the counter and shove my hands in my pockets. “You’re getting chicken and rice. It’s probably going to be bland as hell, but it’s my attempt to impress you.”

She laughs and leans in and kisses me. Pulling my hands from my pockets, I wrap them around her hips. I don’t let the kiss get out of hand. I’m not interested in burning down my house tonight, but I won’t deny her.

She pulls away slowly, grinning no less.

“What was that for?” I ask, my voice a low timbre. Kissing her is a gateway drug.

“For being cute.” She takes a step away and my hand drops off her hip.

“I’m not cute,” I grumble, turning to check on the chicken. She moves away from me to the counter and takes a seat on the stool.

An image of taking her on the counter that first night she was here flashes in my mind and I find myself smiling down at the skillet.

When I turn around, she’s got a pensive look on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

Her easy smile slides into place when she answers. “Nothing. I’m just trying to think back to when I had lunch. I’m starving.”

Dinner is done. And instead of sitting at the counter, we go to the dining room table. I sit at the end, her next to me. The table isn’t massive, but it’s large enough to make me realize I feel like a fucking tool having such a grand house when it’s just me and I don’t even have Nora and Mateo over often. Dinner parties and get-togethers? Hell no.

Cassie and I stand side by side as we clean up dinner. Rinse dishes and load the dishwasher. It feels so domestic. It feels good, doing mundane things with her.

I close the dishwasher and that’s when I catch that same pensive look on her face. She was relatively quiet while we ate. Something is most definitely wrong. She’s drying her hands on the hand towel that hangs in front of the sink, staring out the window.

“Uh-oh. This can’t be good,” I mumble. “That unsettled look is back.” I lean back against the counter, my head angled toward her as she snaps out of her gaze.

“No mood change,” she says, turning toward me, and that’s when I see a smile lock into place, and clear as day, it’s fake as shit.

“Right. So what’s up?” I urge.

She sighs.

“I’ve been thinking. And I don’t want to ruin our night, but I need to get it off my chest.” Her eyes bore into mine and that’s when I know this is it. It’s either ride or die.

So much for me waiting until after the sex to have this conversation.

I nod, letting her continue, I want to see where her head is first.

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