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“Done.” Blake holds out his hand for her to shake.
“But you can’t make it an awful story.” Willow points her finger at him. “Your sundae skills need work.”
“Everyone’s a critic. I promise, I don’t write awful stories.” He laughs.
“Do they have unicorns?”
“Well, no.”
Willow shakes her head. “Then I don’t know how good they are.”
“Wow.” Blake shifts his attention to me. “Guess I have my work cut out for me.”
“She’s not one to go easy on you.”
The office door creaks open. “You’re staying with me tonight, Pipsqueak.” Gramps’s deep voice echoes in the quiet lobby.
“Won’t Daddy be scared?” Willow runs up to him and wraps her arms around his waist.
“He said someone had to stay with me, so I don’t get scared.”
Her eyes widen. “You get scared too?”
“Not if I have you.” He lifts her into his arms. “How about we pitch a tent in the living room and pop some popcorn, hmm?”
“Yes!” She wraps her arms around him as they wander out of the lobby. “Bye, Aunt Gemma! Bye, Blake! Think happy thoughts!”
“Bye, sweetheart!” I shout after them. “You’re great with her.”
“She’s a sweet kid. Just like her aunt.”
I roll my eyes. “Laying it on pretty thick there, Blake.”
Blake walks around the front desk, stopping in front of me. His scruff is thicker today.
I want to feel it on the inside of my thighs.
“Not if it’s the truth.”
I turn to leave, but he grabs me.
“Have you given any more thought to my offer?”
“If I had more than a minute of free time this week…”
The lie slips easily off my tongue. It’s not like I haven’t been busy this week. With one of the other girls calling in sick, and now prepping everything for the storm, it’s been a chaotic few days.
The truth? It’s all I’ve been thinking about. What it would be like to be with Blake. To give him that piece of me. Every time I’m around him, my need for him grows that much more.
“Pity.” Blake licks his lips. I track the movement with greedy eyes. “Maybe you can spend tomorrow thinking about it.”
One kiss from him and I’m hooked. The feel of his fingers inside of me and I want more. I know what I want to tell him. That my answer is an easy yes.
Only it’s so much more than a simple yes.
The first raindrops pelt the tall windows. Even in the last few minutes, it’s grown darker outside. “You should head back to your cabin. I don’t want you getting caught out in the storm.”
“Will you be okay, Gemma?”
