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As she sank back into the cushions, I couldn’t help but remember her sitting on the edge of the seat with her legs open for me. She’d been as desperate for me as I was for her and her moans when she came were the sexiest sound I’d ever heard. Thinking about being inside her that night made my dick jerk and my jeans started to feel a little tight.

“I’ll get you a cuppa,” I said clearing my throat and sneakily readjusting myself. “We’ll go in about half an hour. You okay with that?”

She looked at Frankie and smiled. “Yes, no problem. Looking forward to it.”

As I left the lounge, Frankie gave me a secretive smile and all I had to do then was text my brother when it was time for his call.

* * *

“We could have postponed until Frankie could come,” Maisie said glancing across at me.

“Seems as shame to waste the food.” I looked back to the road, not wanting her to see the lies in my eyes. She was pretty astute and a mother of an eight year old, so I was pretty sure she could spot bullshit when she needed to. I was feeling pretty lucky that we’d got away with it so far, although Elijah had pulled a blinder calling me via my hands free in the car. Maisie had heard every word of his convincing pleading for Frankie to go over there; even Bella had come on the line shouting for Frankie. I had to admit though the Cooper’s had been a great team, my son included.

“I guess so.”

She fidgeted in her seat and twisted her hands in front of her.

“You okay?” I asked, glancing at her.

“Hmm fine.”

She didn’t sound fine, her tone was unsure and I worried whether I’d totally cocked up. Maybe she wasn’t ready for us to spend time alone.

“I can take you back home, or we can go back to Elijah’s if you like.”

There was no fucking way I wanted to do either of those things, but I certainly didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

I held my breath, my eyes pinned to the road, as I waited for her to answer. When she did I let out a quiet breath of relief.

“No, it’ll be nice to be able to relax a little.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” she replied, sounding much more positive. “The last couple of weeks have been a bit manic with one thing after another.”

As we pulled up at a red traffic light, I took the opportunity to look at her. She’d relaxed back into the seat a little more, but her fingers were still twisted around each other.

“I know it’s all been a bit much,” I said. “But, we’re getting into a routine and Frankie seems to have adjusted pretty well to it all.”

Big brown eyes stared out from under thick lashes and studied me. “I’m scared, Sam.”

Her words hit me hard and I jumped in my seat when the car behind beeped its horn – the lights had turned to green. I moved off and then immediately pulled up on the side of the road.

“I scare you?”

She closed her eyes and nodded. “Yes,” she breathed out.

“Maisie, look at me,” I pleaded. “And tell me why.”

Her eyes opened slowly and she looked up at me. “Being alone with you scares me,” she admitted.

I frowned and turned in my seat. “Maisie we’ve been alone with each other plenty of times. We had sex.”

Colour spread up her neck and her fingers started fidgeting again.

“You don’t want me to remind you that we had sex?” I asked.

“No, it’s not that, it’s…I don’t know.”