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Caleb’s little cabin is on the outskirts of town, but it only takes twenty minutes to get there. He’s sitting on the porch nursing a cup of coffee when I arrive.

“Did you wake up late, too?”

He studies his cup as if it contains all the answers before looking up at me and winking. “Nope. Made the coffee for you. Decided I wouldn’t mind a cup.”

He stands, and I follow him into the cabin where he pours me a big mug of the dark stuff and pulls a steaming plate out of the oven. It’s piled high with fried eggs, hash browns, crispy bacon, and toast.

“Do you want ketchup or tabasco?”

“I don’t suppose you have sriracha?”

“As a matter of fact,” he pulls out that recognizable bottle with the red cap and shows it off like he’s Vanna White.

I regret my laugh as soon as it’s out of my mouth and bury my face in my hands and groan.

He pushes the plate closer. “Eat up, buttercup, then you can tell me why you got drunk.”

Thankfully, the food, but mostly the coffee, makes me feel more human, and I can explain with a fairly clear head everything that happened with Estrella. Well, everything except the most explosive orgasm she gave me.

“She offered to mentor you?”

Worry fills me. “You don’t think she meant it?”

He shakes his head. “If she offered, she meant it. I’m just surprised. It seems you’re the first person… in, well…, ever to get under her skin.”

It didn’t take long to figure out that Estrella and Caleb were about as close as close could be. So, if anyone knows, he would.

“What do you mean?”

Now he looks like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “It’s probably not my place…”

“Spill it!”

He chuckles. “Well, lookie who found a backbone.”

I snort, even though he’s right. “Don’t change the subject.”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Alright, I just meant she’s never mentored anyone before. She’s also never gone on a date.”

I gape at him.

He smirks. “Better close that if you don’t want to catch flies.”

My mouth snaps shut. “She’s never been on a date?!”

“Not really.”

“B-b-but what about all the people she tops?”

“That’s always play, never serious. She never sees anyone outside the realm of BDSM.”

That’s impossible. He must be mistaken…, but he knows her…, so it must be true.

“Do you think I should do it?”

“You want to, don’t you?”

I mean of course I do, but… “I do. Plus, I already said yes.”

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