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I just needed to figure out how to convince her of that.

PartIII

Be Here Now

15

Eve

Days later and I still couldn’t stop thinking about Whitt and me in the cellar. Something had clicked together down there. I didn’t know if it was the darkness or the location or justus, but it was beyond mind-blowing. We’d been texting nonstop since then. The messages progressively filthier and more intimate.

The way he’d taken control of my mouth. Jesus fucking Christ, I was a goner. How long had I been looking for someone who knew how to handle me? And somehow, Mr. Responsibility was the one who’d unleashed in that cellar. It was almost unbelievable.

Another text came in from him.

Or you could come over to my place after you finish your showing.

I glanced up at the couple wandering the half-a-million-dollar ranch house in Lakeridge Country Club. They’d been disinterested in the dozen other houses I’d shown them. It was the wrong time to buy, but they’d just moved here from Colorado, and they had a teenage daughter, so they needed to be in the house before school started. Maybe they’d like this one. I certainly did.

I texted Whitt back.

Maybe.

Despite our flirtation, neither of us had been at each other’s place. We hadn’t gone on a date. In fact, I’d purposely made it so we weren’t doing anything that resembled dating. If we were in the same place, that was one thing, but if I went out of my way to see him, that was completely different. That meant more. Right?

Tease.

God, I was.

A tease who was avoiding relationships like the plague. I didn’t want to complicate this thing that had been working so well. Or take a chance to see if it would work. Ugh.

I went to put my phone away when it started ringing. I panicked, thinking it was Whitt. We only texted. Phone calls were more intimate. Phone calls became phone sex, which became us ending up at his house, having real sex.

But it wasn’t Whitt. It wasn’t a client either. It was my sister.

My heart dropped.

“What now?” I muttered under my breath.

I answered the phone. “Hey, Bails.”

“Evie, hope I’m not bothering you.”

I glanced at my clients, still discussing the merits of an open floor plan. I waved the phone at them. The wife shot me a thumbs-up.

“I’m showing a house. What’s up?”

“I just have news. I got a job.”

My brain paused at those words. “You…got a job?”

“Yeah. It’s part-time, nights and weekends.”

“But school is starting in a few weeks.”

“I know, but I’ll be able to do this and school.”

I exhaled slowly through my nose and stepped farther away from my clients. “Bails, we talked about this. You don’t need to get a job. You need to focus on school and getting into college this year.”