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Willamena actually blushed, looking at the sexy cover. “Yes, I have.”

“I have so many questions. One being, is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Oh, child, there’s a lot I’m not telling you. But I’m not queer if that’s what you’re getting at,” Willamena chuckled. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a good romance.”

“Romance,” Rebecca scoffed. “This book is full of kinky BDSM sex!”

“Ah, but behind the sex, there is a beautiful love story.”

Rebecca couldn’t deny that. The love that the characters had for each other practically leaped off the page. And the sex? Holy. Fuck. “It feels so… familiar. But nothing like what I had with Samantha. Was Cass my…”

Rebecca stopped. Did she want to know the dynamics of that relationship?

“Rebecca?”

Rebecca shook her head, which was beginning to throb again even after the pain meds. “I don’t think I’m ready for that information yet. Do you mind if I just say goodnight now?”

“Of course not.” Willamena kissed Rebecca’s forehead. “Remember not to stay up too late. If you’re lucky, I’ll bring you breakfast in bed in the morning.”

“Don’t you have patients to shrink?”

“You make me sound like a mad scientist. But no. I’m mostly retired now. A few patients keep me on speed dial, but I have plenty of time to make my favorite niece some breakfast.”

“Only niece,” Rebecca corrected.

“Which means you’re my favorite. Now, get back to your book. What chapter are you on?”

“Um,” Rebecca opened the book to the marked page. “Just starting chapter seven.”

“Ooh, that’s a good one!” Willamena patted Rebecca’s knee. “Have fun. Goodnight,” she winked and laughed all the way out the door.

Rebecca snickered at her aunt’s foolishness. Then she hunkered down and dug into chapter seven.

Keep showing up. Cass sighed. Here she was, sitting in her truck, trying to muster up the courage to show up at Aunt Wills’s front door for no reason.

“You have a reason, dipshit. Your wife is in there.” Cass glared at herself in the rearview mirror. She was tired and cranky. Sad, she corrected silently. She was allowed to be sad, yes. But that didn’t mean she had to stop trying. Stop showing up. So, she grabbed the small bag next to her and jumped out of the truck, trotting up to the door. She rang the doorbell before she could talk herself out of it.

Rebecca opened the door and was surprised — yet very happy — to see Cass standing there. God she looks good. The tight jeans and V-neck tee were indeed an appealing look for the tall, androgynous woman.

“Cass, hi,” Rebecca smiled. She noted again the flash of disappointment, but Cass’s return smile was genuine.

“Hey, Becca. How are you feeling?”

I stayed up way too late reading and fantasizing about you, so I’m tired. “I’m okay. I’m being waited on hand and foot by my aunt and sleeping a lot because she won’t let me do anything else.”

“I can hear you!” Willamena shouted from somewhere inside the house.

“I know!” Rebecca shouted back, then swayed when a wave of dizziness washed over her. She pressed her fingers to her temple, hoping it would help relieve the pounding.

Cass immediately closed in on Rebecca, her arms wrapping around her. “Are you okay?”

“Oh,” Rebecca involuntarily breathed in Cass’s intoxicating scent. “I-I’m fine. Note to self: do not shout at your overly doting aunt.”

“Come on, let’s get you inside.” Cass bent and hooked her arm under Rebecca’s knees, easily picking her up.

Fuck me. Rebecca buried her head in the crook of Cass’s neck, hoping to hide her blush. Please tell me I didn’t say that out loud.

“I-I can walk.” Shut up. If the woman wants to carry you, let that muscled body press against you.