22
Casey
My man was not the one I expected to see at my door right before dinner. I hadn’t showered. Hadn’t done my hair beyond a ponytail. No makeup prettied my face, either.
Ricky still looked at me like I was a goddess, the emotion in his eyes snagging my breath.
“Hey,” I said, pulling my door open wider. “What are you doing here?”
“Wanted to talk.”
I’d already stepped back to let him pass, and he did, the scent of soap and Ricky assaulting my body from sniffing nose to tingling toes. A shiver slid over me as I shut the door behind him.
“Death wish?” I tossed out with a laugh while locking up.
“Got your father’s approval to be your friend.”
I turned and stared, but couldn’t find a hint of joking etched in his face. “Shut the f**k up.”
“No. Seriously.” His slow smirk sent my la
