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Might as well let him get on with cooking. I’ve planted the seed. I think I have his permission to rifle through his sock drawer this evening. I’ll know when we get there because I definitely want him watching me do it. I might have questions, you know?
“So I’ve been thinking that after the holidays I should see if ACI has any openings. What do you think?”
Heath’s mouth turns down even further, which I wasn’t expecting. “I like the idea of being able to check in on you…” he says slowly while I roll my eyes. “But I don’t want that horde of love-sick loons thinking you’re free and available.”
The tangy scent of citrus fills the air as Heath grates slowly. I hold my breath while I turn over his words. He doesn’t want them to think I’m available because I’m not? Or…
“Okay, what’s next?” Heath interrupts my reverie and I hurriedly glance down at the cookbook.
“Um, then juice two of them.”
“Why not all three? What about this one?” He holds up a bald orange.
I shrug. “Juice it separately and give it to me? I’ll drink it.”
He nods and proceeds to do just that. I’m back to wondering if I dare ever ask him to put a ring on it. I’ll let him bake in peace for now…
5
Heath
Why the hell did I ever agree to this? Bets is humming with delight as she goes through my room like a forensic specialist finally allowed on scene. There’s Christmas music playing softly in the living room and she keeps bending over. Her fuckingly perfect ass going high in the air andtwitching.
I bite back another groan because cluing her in to my reaction will only encourage her. She bounces upright with glee, holding out a pair of boxers I’d forgotten I even had. They’re bright red and decorated with cacti wearing Santa hats.
Betsy turns to me with both eyebrows up, her entire face smiling. I shake my head. “Gag gift from the study group Christmas party a few years ago.”
“And you don’t wear them?”
“Hell, no.”
“Then can I have them?”
Reluctantly, I nod. She’s not wanting to parade around here in them, is she? Or worse, the co-ed dorms? Wait, she’s not going back there. She’s done. I breathe out a sigh of relief.
Betsy folds them neatly and places the garish underwear on the top of my dresser before returning to her investigations.
“What on earth are you even looking for, Bets?” I finally ask cautiously.
She shrugs without turning around. “You,” she says simply, leaving me in the dark.
“When was the last time you wore this?” she asks ten minutes later, holding out the sleeve of my dress uniform hanging in the depths of the closet.
“Um, not since I got out, I don’t think. That was five years ago.”
“I’ll bet you look sexy in that.” She’s turned back into the closet visually searching the upper shelves while my jaw drops. I don’t know what to do with this new Betsy. I’m even less sure what I want to do with her. Except fuck that ass.
I get up from the bed where I’ve been lounging, trying to stay out of her way. Picking her up by the waist, I inform her. “You’ve got five more minutes, then I won’t be responsible for the consequences.”
“What do you mean?” she asks absently while pushing boxes to one side to see what’s behind.
“I mean, you’re too young to be flashing that ass in a man’s face like that,” I growl.
She stills in my arms. “You can put me down now, Heath,” she finally says quietly.
I set her on her feet and turn her towards me even as she attempts to step away. She keeps her gaze fixed on the doorway, her cheeks pink. I’ve burst her happy bubble and now I’m kicking myself. I tug her closer.
“Bets…”
