Thursday comes fast, and I’m not prepared to have dinner at the Greene’s. My stomach has been stirring all day.
Cade took the doctor’s orders seriously when he said no strenuous activity for a week, so other than a few hot make-out sessions and Cade devouring my breasts, we still haven’t had s*x. I’m starting to think the benefits portion of our agreement will never involve s*x. But so far, I haven’t had to see Reese again and I kind of like it that way.
At the end of the workday, Cade walks through the back door of my shop. Since Adam is finished working here and my grand opening hasn’t happened yet, it’s a little lonely.
“Not you too,” he says in my ear from behind me because “You Can’t Hurry Love” by The Supremes plays from my Bluetooth speaker.
“I kind of like it.” My hands cover h
