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and see you laters before I head back home.
    As I shut my front door, I take another giant deep breath. In through the nose. Out the mouth.
    Shit . I really hope I won’t regret this later. I know I should probably stay away. But I just don’t want to.
    So for now, I won’t.
    ***
    I do an hour of yoga hoping to clear my head of thoughts that shouldn’t be there. It doesn’t help . So, I trudge upstairs and draw a bath. As I lay there in my clawfoot tub, lavender scented bubbles rising, I close my eyes and let my mind wander. Right away, Jake’s face appears behind my eyelids. God, he’s beautiful. With what looks like a week’s worth of scruff adorning his face and dimples that are beyond lickable. And those haunting green eyes so full of pain. Although, in just a day, they seem to hold a little less. Is that because of me?
    Don’t be stupid .
    I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what I’m feeling. It’s been a fucking day, but just thinking of Jake makes my body tingle, and a sudden need develops in my core. Lust.
    Is that what I’m feeling? I cringe and think of Cole. Jesus, I feel guilty, and I haven’t even done anything wrong. But I still can’t shake this feeling that I’m betraying Cole in some way. Fuck . I take a few deep breaths. No, Evie, you aren’t doing anything wrong. You’re just being friendly with a teeny side of lust . But the lust is from afar, and inside my own head. I’m allowed to look, right? Just not touch. And I wouldn’t touch. Couldn’t . I couldn’t do that to Cole. He’s my everything. He always has been, and he always will be. I take another deep breath in. Okay, now I’m good. Feeling resigned, I grab a towel, hop out of the tub, and get ready to face the day…and my hot neighbor.
    A few hours later, I’m at Jake’s door with a basket full of turkey, tomato, and cream cheese wraps, grapes picked and washed, and a bottle of Riesling. I decided to dress for comfort—holey boyfriend jeans, sandals, and a white, flowy top. I’m not trying to impress anyone. I take a much-needed deep breath, then knock twice.
    Jake answers a few seconds later with a huge smile. He must’ve just got out of the shower because his hair still wet, water dripping onto his vintage Pixies shirt. Pairing that with cargo shorts and bare feet, he’s looking damn sexy. Shit. Shit. Shit. We both say hi as he steps back, allowing me to enter. I notice that he hasn’t done anything since I left. I tell him as much.
    Looking almost embarrassed, he winces. “Yeah, about that—don’t be mad. I couldn’t get the whole mom porn book-thing out of my head, so I had to see for myself—”
    I gasp. “You didn’t! You bought my book?” I am so completely and utterly shocked.
    He bought my book .
                  “I did. I’ve been reading it all morning, actually. I almost didn’t even shower. Couldn’t seem to put it down. I finished just before you got here. It’s really good, Evangeline. You somehow managed to not only gear it towards women, but also to men. It’s fucking hot, too, not gonna lie. And it’s different. I can’t wait to start the second one, which I also bought, by the way!” he says with a wink.
    I blush from the praise, still reeling from the fact that this man actually read my book and freaking likes it. I set the basket down and plop onto the couch, shaking my head as I look up to him. He seems worried that I’m pissed or something. A huge smile spreads across my face. “I can’t believe you bought my book. And you like it! You’re all right, Jake. You’re all right.”
    At that, he proceeds to talk to me about the book, asking question after question while we eat and gorge ourselves on wine. He’s insightful and intelligent, and we hold the conversation easily without any lulls. He tries shamelessly to get me to reveal which brother my main character will choose in the end, but my lips are sealed. A good writer has to keep up the suspense,