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Huh, I’ve never noticed her before. I don’t notice many women.
And she’s looking back at me… like that’s exactly what she wants.
CHAPTER THREE
Simple Things by Miguel
I have two choices. I grin; ain’t that the story of my life.
Do I go with the Tom Ford navy suit or the black Brioni? They’re both tailored for me, and I’d rather wear board shorts.
Hell, the expensive suits still hang in the garment bags my grandma gave me.
“Every southern gentleman starts with two suits,” she said. “One for business and one for romance.”
My grandma was the best. That woman never left the house without looking like elegance defined. Then she’d hide behind her house and spit tobacco with me. She taught me how. My record is ten feet.
And Grandma was the only one who gave me a damn thing after I got caught. She cared for me until her final days, so I swear I’ll make her proud tonight. I need to pick the right suit because I won’t let Cade down, either.
She said her dress is crimson red, and even if she bought it at a thrift store, tonight she’ll look like the million-dollar model she almost was.
This is a big night for her.
For me, too.
She’s after an evil son-of-a-bitch, and I’m about to confront my parents. We haven’t spoken in years, and I know they’ll be at this holiday party. It’s the biggest one thrown yearly in Savannah, and every powerful player will be there. I fucking hate it.
But for Cade, I’ll do it.
Since Redix Dean broke her heart—again—we’ve been spending more time together. Mainly we fish. Sometimes, we sail. Other times, she looks so sad I ask if I can hold her, and she lets me. I pull her into my arms, and we nap on the bed in my boat’s cabin.
That’s all.
But that’s a lot to me.
We haven’t kissed. We haven’t done anything but be friends who are way too comfortable in each other’s arms.
I can’t explain it, but I feel safe with Cade. Like she’s where I belong, where my truth is. I’ve been full of questions for so long, but when I’m with her, she’s a peaceful answer.
And damn, when she’s close to me, I want her. Like there’s only one other woman I’ve wanted this bad, but I could never have her. And Cade’s just as beautiful, so different in how she looks but stunning still the same.
Sometimes, I can’t stop staring at her.
She’ll jump on my boat wearing cut-off jean shorts, showing off her legs that go for miles. Then she’ll yank her sweaty tank off, revealing a bikini top barely covering her tits I’d die for. Then she’ll cast a heart-slamming smile along with her fishing line.
Jesus, I can’t help myself. I watch how her perfect breasts move with the arc of her arms, how her cleavage deepens, then opens for my stare. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve popped wood at the sight of her.
Hell, who doesn’t?
When I do, I know she sees it. I caught her glancing, and it only twitched my desperate cock more, but that’s as far as we go. Wanting each other. Watching each other. I kinda like the long tease.
You can’t tell me she doesn’t want me too. That there’s something about me she needs. I see it in the way she stares. How her lips part when I greet her with no shirt on. How she gets goosebumps when I brush against her (on purpose).
But she’s in too much pain, and I’m too stubborn to fall for another woman I can’t have.
Because despite how Cade clams up about whatever happened between her and Redix, her heart belongs to him. It’s as obvious as a goddamn lightning strike.
So why the hell put myself through this again?
