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“You shouldn’t talk to people like that,” I said.
“Like what?” He pushed his plate away.
“So...” I searched for the right word. “Abruptly.”
“Should I have gotten on my knees and begged him to bring us the cake?”
“A please would have been nice.”
“I speak with my money. He won’t give a damn if I insulted him when we leave.”
Money. A necessary evil.
“Money isn’t everything.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” he muttered.
A slice of cake that looked more like an entire cake landed on the table. Kane offered me one of the dessert forks.
“I’m not sharing with you.” I set the fork down.
He shrugged and pulled the plate closer to him. “Suit yourself.”
“Are you going to eat that whole thing?” I asked incredulously.
“I was going to let you have half of it.” He licked the icing off his fork. “You’re missing out, Barn.”
It did look good. And I deserved some, didn’t I? I’d been in jail earlier. This cake could help me forget that. Or at least ease the sting.
I dug in on the corner where there was icing on the side and the top.
“Hey, that’s the best part. I was saving it for last.”
I put it in my mouth unapologetically. His gaze narrowed on my lips. I felt it, as if his fingers were on my skin.
“You’ve got something...” He wiped my bottom lip then sucked the chocolate off his thumb.
I jolted at the contact, as if I’d stuck a screwdriver in a light socket.
Why? Why did this man make me feel so mixed up and turned about and inside out? I’d joined him for dinner to get what I wanted... progress for my daughter.
Instead, I’d allowed the conversation to go everywhere but her. I’d squandered perfectly good time to discuss her issue.
I snatched the plate and pulled it to my side of the table. At least this cake could be my consolation prize.
CHAPTERFIVE
KANE
Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
I kicked my feet against the washing machine.
The one good thing about my wife—my almostex-wife—having a boyfriend was that I didn’t have to move out.
Not that I would have. I paid for this damn apartment and even if I hated it, I wasn’t leaving.
“Why are you always in the laundry room?”
