diabolical. He ought to know.
“The last time she ate over here...I put
real butter in her mashed potatoes and honey in her carrots.”
Cade roared. “You’re so evil. I love it!”
Damn, he enjoyed being with her. They fought and carried on, but they seemed to
feed off each other’s energy. It was exciting as hell. Feeling mischievous, he
decided to really piss her off. He loved to live dangerously. “I thought I
heard somewhere you decided to become a lesbian.” Cade watched her eyes widen
and her cheeks grow pink, then she frowned at him like she’d love to dump a sack
of cow fertilizer on his head.
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Girl
on girl action. You ass. But no.”
“Hmmm, okay. And what do you know about
girl-on-girl action anyway.” When she refused to answer, he continued. “It’s
just a mystery to me why you’ve decided to live the way you do. You certainly
sent me packing without a backward glance.”
He licked butter from his fork and Abby
swallowed hard. “It’s no mystery, Cade. I’m just not interested in good-looking
men.” She cleared her throat. That hadn’t come out exactly right. She hadn’t
meant to compliment him – even though it was the God’s truth. “I’m happier
alone.” Which was a lie.
Her unintentional compliment wasn’t lost
on Cade. “Aha! So, you do think I’m good-looking.” They locked gazes again. Her
eyes were sparkling, probably with anger, but that was okay. Fuck! She was so
beautiful and smart. Abby was sweet to everybody, but him. And she was damn
sexy. If no one was enjoying her delectable little body, it was a crime against
nature, a terrible crime. “Let me ask you something,” he sobered, needing an
answer. “We’ve never talked about it. And I need to know. What changed your
mind about us? Why don’t you like me anymore, Abby?”
Uh-oh. Careful, Abby Grace. “I don’t
dislike you, Cade.” She paused, thoughtfully. “I just don’t like you very
much.” No, she didn’t like him. She loved him with her whole heart.
“So, you’re ambivalent toward me. You have
no feelings for me at all? Or are you secretly in love with me and wishing you
could lick jalapeno jelly off my six-pack?”
“Grrrrrr...” She considered pouring ice
tea over his head. “I‘d probably get sick from narcissistic poisoning.”
“If you feel nothing for me, why are your
nipples so big and hard? They’re playing peekaboo at me through your sweater.”
He stared at them. He couldn’t help it. “Do you even have on a bra?”
“ARG!” Abby crossed her arms over her
breasts, cupping the tip of each one in her palm. “Stop looking at me! And yes,
I have on a bra.”
Cade took a big sip of tea. “How many
times have you turned me down?”
“I don’t remember.” Standing up, she
cleared their plates, hoping he would change the subject. “Do you want a piece
of torte?” She sat the decadent chocolate dessert between them. “I’ll cut you a
big piece if you’ll change the subject.”
Cade considered his options. He wanted
answers, and he’d get them eventually. He was nothing if not persistent. Right
now, he wanted chocolate. “Cake.”
She looked satisfied and cut them both a
serving. “Good choice.”
“Can I have some milk to go with it?” He asked
innocently and sweetly. “Please?”
“Yes. God, I can’t believe I’m waiting on
you.” Abby huffed as she got up and poured him a brimming glass full. “Don’t
expect this type of treatment all week, Tallbull.”
“Ah, you love it, you know you do.” Cade
watched her eat for a moment, studying her beautiful face. “I think you ought
to at least date, Abby.” He spoke around a mouthful of the best cake he’d ever
put in his mouth. “Dang, this is good stuff!”
She snatched his plate out from in front
of him. “You were supposed to change the subject.”
“Not so fast.” He grabbed her hand and
gently reclaimed his dessert. “You can break my heart, but you