16
Lily
Cade heard a flurry of knocks at his door and knew it was Lily. He picked up the ice pack he’d held to his face all morning and pressed it to his jaw.
“Are your brothers around?” he asked when he opened the door.
Lily’s eyes grew wide.
“Oh my God,” she said. “It’s bad.”
“Thanks.”
Cade knew he looked pretty rough, but seeing Lily made him feel instantly better. It didn’t hurt that she was also in a skintight racerback tank, a thin scarf, and jeans that were so worn through they were about to fall apart.
“I, um, I came to see how you were doing.”
“Well, you can see,” he said, and held out one arm to showcase his battered body.
“Can I come in?”
He sighed. “Lily, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Especially after yesterday.”
“I brought Napoleons with Chantilly cream,” she s
