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I open the car door for her and help her in like the upstanding gentleman I most certainly am not, and she slides in.
I wiggle my fingers. “We’ll see. Next time, you might ask for another body part of mine.”
She swats at my hand holding the car door open. “You’re seriously a child.”
“You know that’s not true.” I wink and turn around at the sound of Gage pulling into my driveway. “I need to get to work now and make the world a better place. You can reward me for it later.”
Fucking with Chloe Fieldgain is fun.
I wonder what fucking her will be like.
* * *
Gage exchanges a glancewith me when I’m inside the car. “I see your neighbor has yet to murder you. First, you’re having breakfast with her, and now, you’re walking her to her car in the morning. What’s up with that?”
“Good morning to you, too,” I answer, grabbing the coffee he brought for me from the cupholder. “Jealous I didn’t have breakfast with you or walk you to your car?”
“Hardly. I’ll let you keep those favors for girls you tormented in high school.”
“I didn’t torment her. We had a rivalry.”
He snorts. “Some rivalry. You wanted to bang her. She wanted to kill you.”
I shrug. “Something along those lines, yes.”
“She forgive you?”
“I’m working on it.”
“You’re wasting your time. She’s despised you for over a decade.A fucking decade.”
“How do you know she still hates me? Until recently, you were MIA from this place for years.”
He grabs his coffee and takes a drink. “Hmm … I didn’t notice, dipshit.”
“Don’t take it as an insult. I’m damn happy you’re back. Focus on our current conversation.”
“I was updated on all Blue Beech–related drama,” he grumbles, not impressed.
Like me, Gage couldn’t give two shits about gossip.
“The big-mouthed future baby mama? I told you she was trouble.”
“Shut up before I throw you out of this car.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, so you tell me daily,” I joke. “Chloe has no reason to hate me now. We’re mature adults.”
He gawks at me. “Holy shit, you’re banging her, aren’t you?”
“If only,” I mutter.
He narrows his eyes and studies me. “Correction: you haven’t screwed her,butsomething happened between you two, considering she didn’t have a gun to your balls seconds ago.” He lowers his voice. “I hate to bring this up, but do you think …datingher will cause tension with your father?”
“I don’t give a fuck what he thinks.”
The mood turns somber. “You and your dad still not speaking?”
“When necessary … for my mom.” Not that I have an issue with that. The less I talk to my dad, the better my day goes.
