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Paris:You should probably work on your moves.

Me:Well, I could either ask you to teach me, or I could show you what my moves are in person.

Paris:That’s a little smoother.

Me:So what do you say? Let me take you out.

Paris:And what if this is a mistake?

I let out a breath, knowing that she was right.

Me:Then we’ll figure it out together.

She was silent for so long, I was afraid she was going to say no or find a nice way to let me down easy.

I didn’t want nice. I wanted Paris.

I laughed at that and hoped to hell I never said it aloud to her face. Because that had not come out right in my head.

Paris:We’d better.

Paris:I expect romance, I’m just saying.

Relief flooded through me, and my cock twitched at the thought of our date.

“Down boy,” I muttered.

Me:I can do that. I promise.

Paris:And a Brady always keeps his promises?

Me:Always.

I set my phone down, waiting for her to respond back. We’d plan our date.

I only hoped to hell this wasn’t another mistake.

Chapter 12

Prior

I was nervous.

Why was I so nervous?

Could it be the fact that I was going on a date with a woman that I worked with, a woman who I thought I knew but still wanted to know better? Someone I couldn’t stop thinking about?

Probably.

I needed to stop thinking so hard about this and let it flow. That’s how we had gotten where we were today, by living in the moment, and simply being. If I kept overthinking things, I would only make everything worse.

I needed to be the old Prior, the one who dove headfirst into stuff and did what I needed to do.

Not this current version of myself, who got overly emotional and worried about everything.

I pulled into Paris’s driveway and turned off the car before getting out. I let out a breath, wiping my hands down my pants since I was sweating, and rolled my shoulders back as if preparing to go to war.

I liked battling with Paris, but this wasn’t going to be one, was it?