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“Yes. And I’m making a salad and garlic bread. But you can’t eat too much of it because then your breath gets smelly. Or at least my dad’s does. He pretends he’s a dragon and breathes on me and I have to run away.”
It was impossible not to smile at this little girl. Especially when she was giving away all of Pres’ secrets. “I’ll remember that after dinner. Do you have a good hiding spot?” Cassie asked.
“Um…” Delilah frowned. “We could call Granny and go over there?”
“Are you going to invite Cassie in?” Pres appeared behind her. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a Henley, unbuttoned enough that she could see the ink on his chest. “Hey.” He smiled softly at her.
She smiled back. “Hi. I brought chocolate and flowers.” She held them out to him.
“Ooh,” Delilah said. “Those are pretty.”
Pres took them and glanced at her. “I don’t think I’ve ever been given flowers before.”
“There’s a first time for everything I guess.”
“I like it.” His voice was thick.
“We’re making pasta fredo,” Delilah announced.
“Alfredo,” Pres gently corrected her.
“That’s what I said, silly.” Delilah walked back to the kitchen counter and clambered onto a stool, kneeling so she could reach the bowl. “Do you like tomatoes?” she asked Cassie.
“Yeah,” Cassie nodded.
“I hate them. But they look pretty in a salad, don’t they?” Delilah continued.
“They sure do.” She looked over at Pres. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“I got it covered. But thank you. Would you like a drink?”
“A soda would be great.”
He pointed at the stool next to Delilah’s and she took it.
“How was work?” she asked him.
“Tiring. Our current customer is pretty demanding. We’ve had to retile the bathroom twice.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Ugh.”
“Right? How was your day?”
“It was good. We started a new dance today.”
“Do I get to do a new dance?” Delilah asked. “I’ve got class tomorrow.”
“Yeah, you will.” Cassie nodded. “I think you’ll like it.”
“Can you show me it now?” The little girl was oozing excitement.
Her eyes met Presley’s. He looked like he was biting down a smile. And yeah, she knew how much he liked watching her dance.
He’d told her so last night when he’d called to invite her for dinner and they’d spent an hour on the phone, including him listening to her getting ready for bed.
And into bed.
And then him asking how often she touched herself in bed.
