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A few months ago, Carter had a contractor build onto their garage.They added a big bathroom with an oversized walk-in shower for Darling because he got too big to fit in their regular tubs and showers.
“Aw.”Lainey meets Suki’s gaze.“The one of Darling putting his snout right up in Carter’s face.”
“That’s my favorite,” Hallie says.
I snicker because I was the first one Suki passed the phone to, and I saw how pissed Carter was as he scrubbed their pet pig.He even had to wash mud off his ass.
“No more walks,” Carter says.“He gets plenty of exercise in the yard.”
“I agree,” Suki says.
We finished dinner, which turned out amazing.Harry raved about Lainey’s bread, which actually was the best bread I’ve ever tasted.Now we’re all sitting around my dining room table, which is being used for the first time ever, talking over after-dinner drinks.
“Olivia, how are the figure skating lessons going?”I ask.
“Good.It’s fun.”
“She’s doing great,” Carter says.
They set her up with private lessons with Sam Granger, a former Olympic figure skater who lives in Cleveland.Charlotte plays hockey and Hallie takes all kinds of different lessons but loves gymnastics most.
“You guys did so much work on that amazing dinner.Let us clean up the kitchen,” Suki says.
“No, we’re not worrying about any of that until later,” Lainey says.
She and Suki keep talking, but I don’t really hear what they’re saying.I’m completely hung up on how Lainey looks tonight.She’s wearing a little black thing she called a romper.
It’s low cut, a one-piece outfit with wide, short sleeves and shorts.Her hair is loose around her shoulders and when I was close to her in the kitchen earlier, I smelled perfume on her that I swear is laced with sex pheromones.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen her laugh and smile as much as she has tonight.Harry brought her a bottle of wine and a candle and I caught myself feeling a flare of jealousy when she hugged him.
There’s no reason to be jealous—Harry’s gay and has recently been on a couple of dates with a landscape architect who apparently hasdelicious biceps.I’m just so sex-starved that I’m low-key jealous of anything Lainey strokes.She wrapped her hand around the neck of a bottle of wine earlier, and yeah...I started to get hard.
“Tomorrow’s gonna hurt,” Carter says to me.
I tear my gaze away from Lainey.“Huh?”
He smirks.“The workout tomorrow.After all that food.”
“Oh.Yeah, probably.”
No one’s mentioned Shane all night.Could it really be this easy?Is Lainey already over him?
I don’t want to be the guy she falls into bed with right after a breakup and regrets.But I don’t know how long I can keep pretending I just want to be a friend to her.
How long is long enough to wait?A month?It hasn’t even been a week.And hell, she might not even want me back.
Wouldn’t that be ironic if, now that I’ve come around to finally see the incredible woman she is, she’s over me?
I can’t even think about that.
ChapterFourteen
Lainey
A few hours later,I’m still smiling as I close the dishwasher door and push the button to start it.
“I really enjoyed today,” I say, hanging the dish towel in my hand over the bar on the stove.
