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slick, little backhanded compliments?”
    “Contrary to popular belief, every woman doesn’t fall into a category. Some women simply don’t unveil every personality trait the first couple of times they meet someone. Some of us … some of us like to keep things a mystery until the friendship develops. You know, allow things to unfold.”
    “So basically what you’re saying is you’re an undercover freak.”
    How in the world…?!
    “What?! No! That’s not what I’m saying at all.”
    He smirked as he said, “All I heard was unlike most women, you keep your legs closed until you’re comfortable with someone. Is that accurate?”
    How do I answer this without cussing him out or sounding ridiculous?
    “As true as that may be, that’s still not what I said. And how did we even get to that? We were talking about your wardrobe.”
    He flashed me one of his panty-wetting smiles as he said, “My mind tends to deviate when I’d prefer another topic. I apologize.”
    I tried not to appear too amused, offering him a smile that only held half of his enthusiasm as I changed the subject. “Well I appreciate the hospitality and you showing me your closet. I have a pretty good idea of how we should move forward, what things we need to add, and what God-awful things we need to get rid of. So just send me your schedule and we can plan for the week accordingly.”
    He gave me a nod as he replied, “Will do.”
    Before I could get away, he pulled me into a hug that felt so like home I began to relax. With his arms slung against my waist, he gave me a little kiss to my forehead like we were old friends and had done this a million times.
    Kennedy, what are you doing?!
    I pulled away in disbelief that things had even gotten to that point so fast. But looking at Bryson with his guilty little smirk told me exactly why I had become so vulnerable.
    I had to be more careful.
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    “Hey babe. I’m making your favorite.”
    I found Landon in the kitchen wearing only an apron and sweatpants slung low against his waist as he stirred his famous homemade sauce on the stove. Between that and the fresh flowers on the counter with a card tucked in the middle, the guilt of spending time with Bryson hit me clean in the chest.
    I’m a terrible fiancé.
    “ Wow . It smells so good. But I’m not really hungry. Had a big lunch.” I even put a hand to my stomach to emphasize how full I was.
    He kept stirring as he tossed over his shoulder, “Oh yeah? How’d that go?”
    I tried to sound nonchalant as I responded, “It went well. Got a good idea of his wardrobe so we can start building a better one.”
    He turned the sauce down, wiping his hands with a towel before pulling me slung against his body and telling me, “I’m so proud of you.” Then he sealed his praises with a kiss, the familiarity of his lips resonating with my soul.
    But before I could lean in for a second dose, my phone vibrated against the counter. I peeked over Landon’s shoulder to see the message before I was forced to push it to the ground. I just knew my screen was cracked, but that was small scale compared to the disaster that could’ve happened if Landon had seen what popped up.
    He slowly looked down to the ground at my sacrificed phone. “Aww damn, how’d that happen?”
    I shrugged, acting surprised as if I hadn’t done the damage myself. “I don’t know. I guess it just vibrated right off the counter.”
    My little white lie actually worked as he replied, “Well I know a few people that fix electronics on the side at the school. Want me to take it in when I get off work tomorrow?”
    “NO! I mean… no , it’s fine. I’ll do it. I have time in the morning.”
    He smiled, giving me another kiss as he said, “Whatever you say, babe.”
    I licked my lips as I watched him take off his apron, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest and v-shaped abs as he tossed it on the counter. Landon was as fine as they came, a sight for sore eyes really. But I’d be