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“Not a problem. It’s unlocked.”
He walked toward the windows, and Corey immediately rushed over to the chair where he’d been sitting. He picked up what was left of my tattered panties and put them into his pocket.
“Do you think he saw those?” I asked, my face crimson red.
“I highly doubt it.” He motioned for me to follow him into the kitchen. “Let me show you how to cook.”
“I know how to cook, Corey.”
“Not better than me.”
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AN HOUR LATER, I SETdown a second plate of steamed lobster and scallops, and I had to admit that Corey could cook circles around me without even trying. I also had to admit that he was completely right about not telling my brother shit about us.
“Since your friend isn’t coming to San Fran anytime soon, how much longer do you plan on letting your brand-new house sit untouched?” Jonathan asked, setting a napkin in his lap.
“I was going to move in soon.”
“Soon?” He raised his eyebrow. “If you’re sleeping well again with the medicine, why not just move in this month?”
“I guess I was waiting to get a car, so I could move around on my own.”
“Oh, right.” He pulled out his phone and tapped a key, holding it up to his ear. “Francis? My little sister is going to stop by your dealership at some point this month. Let her get whatever she wants.” He ended the call, and just like that, I knew my nights here with Corey were going to be few and far between.
“Thank you, Jonathan.”
“Always.” He picked up a fork, and Corey placed his hand on my thigh under the table. “So, Corey. Do you have a date for the wedding yet? I know you have tons of women in your past to choose from.”
Corey coughed and strummed his fingers against me. “I don’t have a date yet.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone soon. What about you, Hayley?”
“Not yet.”
“Well, be forewarned—” He sipped his wine. “Don’t pick just anyone since Claire is insisting on taking a separate set of pictures for the bridal party and their guests. Plus, I’m going to have the guy’s background checked out by Corey, so make sure he’s a decent guy.”
“Define decent guy.” Corey’s strumming stopped.
“A decent guy?” Jonathan tilted his head to the side, then he smiled. “Any guy who is the opposite of you.”
My heart sank, and Corey downed the rest of his wine in one gulp.
“I hate to leave before finishing dinner,” Jonathan said, looking at his phone. “But, it’s—”
“Claire.” Corey and I said in unison.
“Exactly.” He stood up from the table and kissed my forehead. “I’ll see you around at work.”
I looked down at my plate as he left, as Corey walked him to the front door.
“Hey.” Corey tilted my chin up when he returned. “What’s wrong?”
“I think he really would kill you.”
He smiled and helped me out of my chair. “He would.”
“So, you’re not backing away?”
“No.” He kissed me. “We’ll be discreet, and it’s not like this is the first secret we’ve ever kept from him.”
“Our childhood secrets don’t count.”
“They definitely do count,” he said, leading me to his bedroom. “But now that he’s gone, I would like to finish what I started on the couch if that’s okay with you.”
“It’s more than okay.”
