Wade
After Lance left, he headed into the kitchen to make sure it looked neat. Lorna would have his hide if she came home to a messy kitchen. Allyson was wiping down the counter.
“Hey, Romeo,” she teased.
He arched an eyebrow. “Romeo?”
She laughed, tossing back her red curls. “You are such the smitten kitten, Wade.”
His cheeks heated as he averted his eyes. Was he really that obvious? Her laugh answered that question. Sighing, he leaned against the marble island, his arms crossed.
“Oh, don’t look like that, Wade. For God’s sake, Lance stares at you with stars in his eyes, like a teenager around his idol.”
“He does?” Casey had mentioned something like that, too, but it was hard to believe. Even after what they had shared in bed last night, everything still felt like a dream.
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