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“You’ve been avoiding your family because of me,” I said. “You would’ve already known about this issue and dealt with it if you hadn’t been hiding.”
“I wasn’thiding.” His voice was low again.
“Don’t lie to me or yourself, Rash. You’re afraid of our connection.”
“Of course I’m afraid of binding myself to you for the rest of our lives. I have no idea how to be anyone’s partner, let alone mate, or husband.”
“You know how to be a friend. We could start from there. Friendship wouldn’t screw anyone.”
He scowled. “I’m not ready to agree to anything right now. Even friendship.”
I ignored the sting of hurt.
All was fair in love and war. I just had to remember that.
“Then I’m sorry I shared anything about my friends and my business with you,” I said bluntly. “And if you do anything to hurt Cindy’s business, including buying the property she rents, I will throw out everything I’ve made. Your chocolate supply will be cut off again, and you’ll have to resort to the grocery store stuff.”
His eyes narrowed.
Mine narrowed right back.
“I’ll leave her business alone,” he finally bit out.
“Then I’ll finish the candy you ordered, and get out of your hair. We’ll go with my plan as it applies to meals. We both decide our own eating habits, and feed ourselves.”
His jaw clenched. “Fine.”
“Great.”
A moment passed, and he finally took a step away. His hand went out. “I need my phone back.”
The neutrality made me want to scowl.
I pulled his phone away from my ass and handed it over. “Might want to wash that.”
He muttered something under his breath as he walked away. I couldn’t have heard right, because it sounded like, “With my tongue.”
Both of us went back to work.
That… wasn’t how I’d expected the morning to go.
I’d stick with the nightly vibrator thing until he decided to budge on the friendship bit.
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BASH
Brynn avoidedme for the next week. It took every shred of effort I had not to bring her food when she didn’t show up for meals. I couldn’t stop myself from working on the couch, so I could make sure she ate enough.
She didn’t.
Part of me hoped she would offer to make more candy when mine ran out a few days later, but she didn’t do that either.
It was my fault.
I shouldn’t have told her I didn’t want to be friends. It was a lie—one that had probably hurt her.
I felt like shit for it.
