Daniel contemplates this for a moment as I watch in absolute silence. Jake’s ability to read people and situations has always impressed me. His ability to sometimes understand the female mind must be a rare gift for a guy? I’m sure not many men have his level of understanding.

“Why did I have to fall for the one who drives me so fucking crazy?” Daniel sighs, returning to picking at his thumb nail absently, staring at his hand with a complete utter lost boy look on his handsome face.

Jake gazes at me intensely from the kitchen.

“It’s not love if she can’t get under your skin and make you a whole lot of crazy.” He smiles, winking at me, and I can’t help but smile back especially when he opens the fridge and starts fixing me a tropical alcohol-free cocktail that I’ve been craving like mad lately.

Now that’s the man I love right there.

“Leila has always got under my skin but dating her has made it so much worse.” Daniel admits, seemingly confused that finally loving his girl would intensify what she does to him.

“Is the therapy helping?” I nudge in with a lighter, warmer tone, and Daniel turns to me, expression a little young and tired and more than a little bewildered.

“Yes, I guess, and no … Well it’s bringing up a lot of shit I need to deal with, but Leila’s been with me twice and when she’s there I dunno, it doesn’t mess me up as bad.” He shrugs, as though just the thought of her brings him some peace and the sudden flicker of heartache that runs across his face is a give-away of the fact he’s just realized it as the words came out of his own mouth.

“You know she won’t always be this way, she just

doesn’t trust you not to run again.” I soothe, a little more sympathetic at the real pain I’m seeing in his tropical blue eyes.

“Thing is, for the most part, I don’t actually mind Leila’s kind of crazy. She’s feisty and wild and stroppy as shit. Man, she’s got a temper and a hell of a right hook. I kinda dig it though … It’s the silences and not letting me near her when we fight that’s killing me. Not knowing what’s going on in that head of hers and having her freeze me out of her life.” He sighs again and just looks tormented.

“She’s hiding.” Jake interjects. “She’s probably just as messed-up as you are right now.” His husky soft tone as he watches his best friend gives me all sort of horny thoughts, and I shift to a sitting position crossing my legs. I catch Jake’s smirk and realize he knows exactly what I’m thinking about.

Jerk.

Daniel frowns, staring emptily down at his hands; he has a fidgeting tell like Jake has, and he starts picking at his other thumb nail.

“I don’t know how to do this, Jake … but I don’t want to just walk away. I’ve spent years trying to run from how I felt about her, but I can’t outrun it anymore. I can’t do it … I need her … But I know her, she won’t see me or talk to me.”

and an idea hits me, a self-serving, killing two birds with

she would have no choice but to see you and she wouldn’t suspect that I side with

him intently,

and molly coddle the shit out of me, Jake, so don’t worry about my being out on the town in such a delicate condition.” I smirk at him and he has the nerve to smirk back only confirming what is running through

going to do

up at a club. If Jefferson drops you at the door, we could meet you at the other side.” His

We’ll see.

going to get worse the bigger this gets, aren’t you?” I point

as though

see her this way?” Jake gives up on making coffee and leans on the counter instead, those glorious biceps straining at the fabric on his

Oh man. Hot flushes.

Daniel sighs and drops his head into his palms between his

we do this? I can’t stand the agony of

my jaw leaving me with a kiss that curls my toes. My hormones perking up to say hello, giving me the usual warm tingling longing. I still haven’t got a handle on this panty-combusting thing

He brushes his nose against mine and

down my sides and around

to Chicago until I’m back. Promise me.” He narrows

out in agreement that I wouldn’t go. I can’t believe he can

am pathetically submissive when he

you’re agreeing to Operation Leila and taking me on a night out when you return.” I smirk at him. His green glare hits me again, he isn’t too enamored

them to meet here you know?” His voice hitting

need. All this lazing about and being housebound is getting old. I’m so bored.” I sigh and give

on this, right? No alcohol, minimal dancing and home in bed

not, Mr. Carrero. You sound like a father right now, not

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