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“I got a job during my last year of high school as a hostess in a restaurant. I went full-time after I graduated and took community college classes at night. My dad moved to Florida once I was eighteen. He met someone, and wanted to relocate, so I had to support myself,” I shared as I pushed my empty plate aside. “You know what happened after that. I got married way too young, gave up my job, and stopped taking classes.”
“So, did you eventually make it through college?”
“Later,” I said. “I finished a marketing degree once I came to work for Nicole’s mom at ACM. She hired me once I got my shit together after Kevin died and supported me in finishing my degree. Nobody else would have adjusted my hours to fit my school schedule like she did. She was an incredible woman, and Nicole is so much like her.”
I’d already told Dylan a lot about Nic since he seemed curious about the woman his twin brother was going to marry.
I got up and started to clear the dishes.
He rose and grabbed his own plate and dirty utensils.
Since I’d started to cook for him, he’d gotten into a routine of helping me clean up every night. Plus, he still checked in with me every day to see if I needed any help with my business before he went to his office.
I was actually making out like a bandit on the whole exchange deal we’d made.
I got Dylan Lancaster as a consultant when I needed him, and he helped me clean up the kitchen.
I wasn’t about to tell him that his negotiation skills had been lacking in that particular agreement.
Dylan followed me to the dishwasher, and I took his plate.
He leaned his fine ass against the kitchen counter right next to me and crossed his arms over his muscular chest while he waited for me to start the dishwasher.
God, he was close, so close that I could smell that masculine, earthy, unique fragrance that clung to him wherever he went.
I breathed in, drowning in the tantalizing scent, even as I chastised myself for being so attracted to Dylan Lancaster.
All the man had to do was stand next to me, let me breathe him in, and I was ready to get him naked.
What in hell is wrong with me? He’s still the guy who hurt my best friend and participated in orgies.
I let out a long breath. The problem was, there were some qualities about Dylan that were really…likeable.
He didn’t drink himself into oblivion anymore, so I never saw that asshole side of him. I was even starting to believe that those orgy pictures had been a setup.
He was highly intelligent, and he wasn’t letting that brilliant mind go to waste anymore. Dylan was in his home office every day, working with his Los Angeles team on some projects he said that he and Damian had put aside because there were too many complications involved.
He seemed to hate being totally idle.
I also had to admit that Dylan had a droll, ironic sense of humor that amused me most of the time.
It would be impossible to deny that Dylan Lancaster was physically the hottest guy I’d ever seen.
And God, he smelled good.
How could my female hormones not rejoice every damn time he got close to me?
If he’d stayed a complete jerk, it might have been easy to ignore how attractive he was, but really, he wasn’t a complete asshole.
He was bossy sometimes, but there were thoughtful things that Dylan did that kept him from being overbearing.
He went faithfully to his therapy every day, even though I knew there were times that he was emotionally spent.
Dylan was trying, even though he apparently hated every moment of those sessions, and I had to give him credit for his tenacity.
I couldn’t help but laugh every time he told me that he’d had to talk about his emotions until he was nauseous and knackered.
I was slowly getting used to some of his British lingo, so I didn’t have to ask him every time he used a word I hadn’t heard before.
