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OH MY GOD disregard the last message. I didn’t mean to send that. About Saxon’s father. I meant what I said about needing your help though.
Well… I send that text too.
I’m making this worse by the second.
“Mr. Fairlight, I assure you while this looks bad it’s been expertly handled,” Keith says. “I will spend as much time needed going through records but I am confident this was more or less… a fender bender… compared to a head-on collision.”
Brian sticks up both thumbs.
Dorothy lifts both middle fingers and points them at Brian.
Cutter finally has a chance to respond to me.
Text me where I need to be and what time.
Okay, this is the thing about favors I don’t like.
I’ve never been good at keeping score, which I guess you’re not supposed to do. But you can’t tell me honestly there isn’t a single favor that happens without some kind of thought behind it.
Maybe Cutter helped me with my battery because he’s a nice guy, but you and I both know him being the hero is kind of sexy.
And him stopping whatever he’s doing to go meet up with my son and safely get my son to and from piano…?
It’s panty-wetting sexy.
My stomach churns at the thought of it.
Not that I can possibly get wet because of Cutter. I mean, I have been wet because of Cutter. Very wet. I’ve orgasmed because of Cutter.
Okay, now I’m slipping again.
My mind races as I turn down my street.
I really don’t know what to expect.
I know Saxon has been picked up and he’s gone to his piano lesson. Cutter made sure to text me and send pictures.
The whole mom guilt thing hits me hard because whether I like it or not - for the most part - Cutter is a stranger to us.
But he certainly saved the day.
I see his gigantic SUV parked across the street from my house.
I turn into my driveway and I can’t miss the sight of Cutter’s big, muscular frame as he stands on the porch.
He’s not alone either.
Maryanne is with him.
“Oh, crap,” I whisper as I put my car into park.
I almost forget to turn the vehicle off before jumping out.
I hurry to the porch to find Maryanne sitting on the railing that separates my porch from hers.
“Piper, you never told me about Cutter,” Maryanne says.
“How was your day?” Cutter asks me.
