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“Really?” I examine the bottle. It doesn’t say anywhere on the label not to use it on floors.

“Really.” He gets a mug and pours his coffee.

“Huh. Well, it’s very misleading.” I store the bottle under the sink where I found it. “What time did you get home?”

“A little after two.” I look at the clock on the stove, and it’s just after 9:00 a.m.

“You could have woken me up. I could have just gone to my bed.”

“It’s fine,” he mumbles. “Obviously, I slept fine if I didn’t even hear the two of you leave.”

“Right? I’m not sure how good you are at your job if two people who are not criminals can sneak out right past you, and we made noise.”

“You did not. I would have heard you make noise.”

I walk over to the door of the garage and open it. It makes the exact same sound as before. “You didn’t hear that, or us tippy-toeing down the steps, right past you to the front door, and then out this door. Wait”—I hold up my hand—“does this mean I could be a spy?” He rolls his eyes at me, and I snort. “I’m taking that as a yes.” I pick up my plate. “Think of it this way, it’s better than admitting you suck.” I smile big at him before walking out the door, laughing to myself.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

LINCOLN

I watch her walk out, and I can hear her laugh as my cock stirs in my pants.

“Would you knock it off?” I look down at my shorts. It’s bad enough that I had to escape this morning when I got a hard-on from her just looking at me when I stood up.

I grab my cup of coffee and the plate and head outside. She and Asa sit at the table laughing about something. Asa holds up his hand, and she gives him a high five.

“The dream team,” she cheers to him.

“What are you two laughing about?” I mumble as I put my plate down in front of the chair I always sit in. I wonder if she knew this was my chair from yesterday when we had coffee together.

“That we are sneakier,” Asa rephrases, “No, the sneakiest.”

In all honesty, I am shocked I didn’t hear them. I must have been more tired than I thought. “Where is your car?” I ask Finley.

“I had to take it to Brock’s for him to look at a couple of things,” she answers quickly. “I want to make sure it’s always up to code because of Asa.”

“Are you going to work today?” Asa asks me.

I shake my head. “I have the whole day off.” He gasps. “What do you want to do?”

“Can we go to the lake?” he asks, and I nod.

“That sounds like fun.” Finley takes a bite of her bagel.

“What are you going to do on your day off?” I ask her, and she shrugs.

“Maybe a mani-pedi.”

“That sounds boring,” Asa declares. “You should come to the lake with us.”

“It’s her day off, buddy. She doesn’t have to come with us.”

“I know she doesn’t have to come with us,” Asa says, taking a bite of his rainbow bagel and continuing with his mouth full, “but she’ll have fun.”

I look at Finley and raise my eyebrows in question.

“You think I’d like the lake?” she asks Asa.