Deep, Deep Trouble
“So, suit? When are you free?” asks Dixon, but suit fitting is the last thing on my mind, because at this rate, I will be dead before the night ends.
Mary has been avoiding me all evening, and although this is stock standard behavior, I get the sense this isn’t for show.
I know we agreed to act “normal,” but this is something else. The moment she laid eyes on me, I instinctually wanted to protect my balls and ask her what’s wrong. Earlier today I threw her a freaking bone, hoping and praying she would put me out of my misery and confirm that this is something “more.”
But once again I got carried away with a HEA because she’s made her feelings clear on more than one occasion. But when she met my mom, she was nervous, that much is sure, and although she claimed it was
