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Nice? He’s treating me like a queen actually. Making me breakfast. Buying me boots. A new winter coat. Having coffee ready in the morning and a fridge constantly stocked with carrot cake. “He’s hard on the outside but soft on the inside.”
Colt narrows his eyes. “You figured that out already in like, a month? He must like you.”
My mind goes straight back to how much he was liking on my pussy just a week ago. Just then, a truck and a car turn up, saving the day so I don’t need to continue this conversation. With my thoughts wrestling under the sheets of Dash’s bed, I’m sure I’ll go bright red at the next comment, and they’ll see right through how much I want to bang their brother.
Jolie and a woman wearing a fur hat and turquoise earrings, who must be Dash’s mom, Joy, step out of one vehicle. Dash told me a little about his mom, and I never expected her to be such a gorgeous older woman. She’s the kind who oozes cool and confidence. The kind who makes you think growing older is something to look forward to.
Dash told me she was an artist, and she certainly dresses like one. Joy introduces herself, and almost at the same time, out step Georgie and Grant from his Hummer truck. Joy leaves me to welcome them, too, and Jolie and Joy join all the others by the sleigh. It’s like I’m throwing a party and standing at the door.
It was only fair I invited Grant as well, since Georgie was coming for the worker’s ride, and he took his time to help me with the harnesses.
Grant gives me a hug hello. “Thanks for inviting me.”
“Yeah, didn’t want you to have FOMO since Georgie is here. Plus, you helped out a lot by coming to inspect the harnesses.”
Grant glances over my shoulder and walks toward the Belgians to check out how we’ve put the harnesses on. Dash is discreet but darts his eyes over at the two of us. His enchanting Eve smile is gone.
Grant smooths a finger over a leather strap, inspecting. “Everything is perfect.”
“Dash and I did it together. You were a good teacher.”
Grant stretches his arm up on the back of Fred and creates a wall of man in front of me. “You never called me about that drink.”
Callhimabout a drink? I thought it was more casual than that. He’s being very… flirty. All of a sudden. And Dash is here to see it. Maybe he heard what Grant just said. I hope not. It gives the wrong impression. Like we’d planned some date or something.
I try to correct the course. I know Dash and I are just friends but I would disintegrate into a heap of ash if he flirted with a woman in front of me. “Just get Georgie to let me know when and we’ll all three hit up Sly’s. Maybe get some of the other guys to come, too, and make it a proper night out?”
He makes a face at me like I’m being coy or playing hard to get.Oh shit.I never picked up on this the first time around. He did text me once or twice to ask how the sleigh was coming along, but it all seemed natural, and I never read into it as him making moves.
Grant is seriously hot by any woman’s standards, but unfortunately, I still haven’t taken my eyes off Dash. And in this moment, I haven’t waded through mycomplicatedstatus. I know I’ll get over it eventually, but I’m not yet.
I see everyone is loaded up into the sled. “I better go get the driver. He’s in the office.”
Grant grabs my arm as I’m walking away. “Mind if I come with you for a quick drink of water before we leave?”
“Course not.” I smile, sure I’ll be able to evade any more attention once we get on the sleigh.
Grant follows me toward the office, but we don’t get far because almost out of nowhere, Dash comes in our path.
He says to me, “I’ll get Jameson. Go on back to the sled.”
“No probs,” I insist. “I’ll get him. Grant needs a drink first anyway…”
But Dash doesn’t budge. He gazes at me deeply. “I don’t like the way he’s looking at you.”
My jaw goes slack. I’m still as a statue and absolutely floored that myboss, because that’s all he’s supposed to be, especially in front of all these people, is being, well… possessive.
Grant scoffs. “Are you talking about me? I’m right here. You can talk straight to me.”
Dash’s gaze is glued to mine. We stare at each other, questions flashing across our pupils, and it’s the first time I realize how well we’ve learned to read each other.
He tilts his head, asking silently if I’m interested in Grant.
I lower my head and peep at him from under my eyebrows.Of course not.
But that’s not good enough. I’m not going to be the person who shows Dash that he shouldn’t trust anybody, I want to be the person who gives him all the reasons to let me in more. Saving Grant’s pride takes a back seat to helping Dash count on me.
“Grant?” I say.
