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Chapter Three

A few days later

Cassie left the grocery store. Her trolley was completely full of groceries, and she may have gone a little overkill on some of the bargains. Oh well, she could bake up a storm to take to the care home, or the diner. There were plenty of people at her old trailer park that would appreciate the food that she made.

She loved cooking. The biggest problem was she couldn’t eat it all. This was another reason she had hoped to have a huge family someday. Her love of cooking and baking would come in pretty handy. As it was, that didn’t look like it was going to be anytime soon.

Pulling her cell phone out, she started to scroll through her contacts until she found a cab company to come and take her home.

“What are you doing?” Slade asked. He stood in front of her, a small brown bag in his arms.

“I’m calling a cab to take me home.”

“I’m right here. I can take you home.”

It had been a few days since their little encounter in her backyard, and everything seemed to be going smoothly between them. His asshole comments had diminished to almost nothing. Of course, when women came into work wanting to speak to him, she had to listen to him very politely explain his situation. He didn’t date … ever.

There was a time she’d felt bad for them until she heard from Jessica that Slade was known for being very upfront. He offered a good time, and nothing else. It was the women determined to change his mind that seemed to be the biggest problem. This only served to make her feel like the worst human being in the world for judging him. She hadn’t known anything else, and instantly assumed the worst of him.

Still, she found it sad, but then she knew why Slade was going through it. After what happened with Andrew, she wouldn’t believe or trust anyone else with her heart. Yet, she didn’t have much choice in the matter, not really. She’d love to have an experience where there was no risk of falling in love. Was it possible to just have fun? To find a guy and to literally fuck?

“Are you okay? You look all lost in thought?”

Pulling out of her own arousal, she smiled. “A ride would be great, thank you.”

She pushed the trolley toward his car, and was surprised as he took control, placing her bags in the trunk of his car.

When the trolley was empty, she moved it back into one of the bays, and then climbed in the front of his car. This was the first time she had been in his car, and it was kind of strange to her, and yet completely intimate.

“So, how have you been?” he asked.

“I’ve been good. You?”

“Great, really great. Did you walk to the store?”

“Yep. I enjoy the walk. Especially as it felt like it was going to be a really nice day.” She lowered the window to allow some air in the car. He pulled out, and they were heading back to their own home. She waved at a couple of people as they passed. “I saw a couple of women stop by your place yesterday. Why were they going to trash your car?”

She’d held the phone in her hand, when she saw one of the women begin to kick his tire. It was kind of scary, the evil look in their eyes.

“They didn’t take kindly to me turning them down.”

“Ah, I can understand that.”

“You can?”

“No woman wants to be turned down.”

“I didn’t the first time, but I’m always clear. It’s sex, and nothing else. I’m not a bad guy in this.”

“I didn’t say you were, Slade. Ugh, okay, I thought you were, but I was wrong, and I’m sorry. Yes, I’m getting to eat humble pie, and I can see from that look on your face you’re very happy with all of this.”

“Totally. It’s nice to hear a woman admit when she’s wrong about someone.”

“I’ve heard that you’re a very open and honest kind of guy. Some women just want to be the one that changes your mind.”

“You ever done that?” Slade asked.

“What? Changed someone’s mind? Nah, nor would I want to. That’s up to someone else.”

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