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They ended up watching three episodes in a row. And they ended up back upstairs in Callie’s bedroom.
Chapter Thirteen
“I guess we can’t blame it on hormones this time,” Callie said, lying in bed with Cash the next morning. Well, actually it was afternoon. They’d spent most of the night having sex and had slept late. Very late. And had sex again. “Well, not entirely.” There was no denying that there had to be some kind of sex hormones that made her want Cash so badly.
“Ican blame it on hormones.” Cash rubbed her back. “Testosterone and adrenaline. From the fight.”
“I never knew you were such a Neanderthal. Getting in a fight made you horny?”
“Sure. It’s biology.”
“So you have no control over your animal desires?”
He laughed. “Apparently not where you’re concerned.”
She laughed, too, then sobered, realizing he was serious. “Oh, Cash.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. I was trying not to ruin the fun with a big ‘what have we done’ speech.”
She peered up at him. “You feel guilty, don’t you?”
“Not as much as I will in a couple of hours when reality sets in. Right now I still feel post-orgasmically good.”
She smiled reluctantly. “What do we do about this?”
He pursed his lips. “Since I don’t know what ‘this’ is, I have no fucking clue.”
Callie’s chest tightened. “Yeah.” She sighed. “I don’t know what ‘this’ is, either, I guess.”
Apparently there was a shit-ton of sexual chemistry happening between them. But it was more complicated than that. She genuinely liked Cash and considered him a friend. Although she’d always known he was smart and hardworking and loyal, he’d always been a pretty private guy. Now she was seeing how he cared for his family and how he’d been hurt by his dad. She was coming to understand why building the business was so important to him, and she admired that…more than she’d ever admired Beau.
Beau. Dammit. Just when she was having faint little hopes that there could really be something between her and Cash…there was Beau.
It annoyed her that they had to think of him, because he sure as hell hadn’t thought about her feelings when he’d cheated on her. What kind of loyalty did he deserve, whether from her or from Cash?
And yet, she couldn’t fault Cash for his loyalty to his friend.
The doorbell rang.
“Who the hell is that?” Cash mumbled.
“No idea.” She gritted her teeth. “I guess I can’t get away with ignoring them…since your truck is parked in my driveway.” After a beat, she and Cash both said, “Oh shit” at exactly the same time, their eyes meeting. A knot of dread tightened in her stomach.
Who could it be? A list of possibilities ran through her head, and none of them were good.
“Want me to go down?”
“Gah. No! I’ll go. You stay here.”
“And hide?”
“Yes.”
“Callie.”
“I know, I know.” She threw back the covers and hopped out of bed. “Okay, don’t hide. Get dressed as fast as you can. Maybe we can bullshit our way through this.”
Cash laughed softly and followed her out of bed. He gave her ass a light slap as she reached for a pair of panties in her dresser drawer. Damn. She liked that.
