I dip my chin.
“You willing to fight for her?” He narrows his eyes, bunching his bushy brows on his forehead.
I make a show of clenching my right hand into a fist. “I’ve never punched a geriatric, but I’m not strictly against it.”
Harold grins widely. “I like you.” He leans to the side to look at Cassandra’s parents. “I like him.”
“We like him too,” Mrs. Cantrell replies, pretending they know who I am.
Cassandra snorts, and then something starts to beep inside the apartment.
“Okay, okay, everyone in.” Mr. Cantrell steps back from the door and waves us into their apartment. “That’s the egg bake.”
“I’ve got it,” Mrs. Cantrell calls over her shoulder as she hurries toward the kitchen.
“Alright, kids, take your shoes off, then come eat.” Cassandra’s dad follows after his wife, and I notice they’re wearing matching red slippers.
My body is still a bit sore from the last job, so it takes some work not to groan as I lower down to one knee and start untying my first boot.
Cassandra drops her purse onto the floor, then bends to untie her tennis shoes.
“They seem nice.” I can’t help myself.
We’re nearly eye level like this, so I can perfectly see the expression she gives me as she deadpans, “They seem insane.”
“That too.” I smirk, then switch so I’m on the other knee.
Cassandra shakes her head, moving to untie the other shoe. But as she does, she turns more of her back to me.
Bent at the waist, the back of her skirt has come up so far I can see the bottom half of her lacy white undies.
“That’s one, Butterfly.”
Cassandra turns her head toward me at my low words and sees where I’m looking.
She snaps to standing, smoothing her skirt down. “Sorry.”
My fingers itch to slide up the back of her bare thigh. To feel that lace under my hand. But I can’t right now. Because her parents are just feet away.
I stand and leave my boots next to her tennis shoes, the size difference as extreme as our height difference.
Before she can step away from me, I hook a finger in the front of her dress, holding her still. The warmth of her cleavage surges through my body.
“I swear, if you wear this dress out of the house and flash your sweet ass to anyone else like that…”
Cassandra shakes her head. “No. Never.”
Her chest rises with a deep inhale, and I have to force myself to step back.
I pull my finger free of her dress just before her dad sticks his head around the end of the short hall and tells us to hurry up.
CHAPTER 33
Cassie
Hans presses his palm to my lower back, making me walk ahead of him.
Every step brings us closer to my parents, and I’m realizing what a massive error it was to let Hans come here with me. They’re going to ask so many questions and assume so many things, and it’s going to be a disaster.
I slow, causing Hans to apply more pressure to my back.
“What is it, Butterfly?” His voice is low, but it still sends a shiver down my spine.
The nickname is enough to pull my mind away from the edge of stress. “Why do you call me that?”
Hans circles his thumb on my spine. “Ask me later.”
I nod. “Okay.” Then I square my shoulders and step into my parents’ eat-in kitchen.
Before I can try to properly introduce him, my mom cuts in, setting a steaming dish onto the center of the round table. “Hope you like breakfast for dinner. Cassie didn’t tell us she was bringing a friend with her, otherwise we would’ve asked for food preferences.” She cuts her eyes to me when she says friend. And I accept that it’s a freaking miracle she said that rather than just calling him my boyfriend.
“I eat everything.” Hans’s rough voice fills the room.
I have to stop my eyes from rolling back.
I eat everything.
Jesus take the wheel.
“Good.” Mom’s face lights up. “Cassie’s father is the same way.” She smiles over at Dad, who is placing a pitcher of orange juice and a carafe of coffee on the table. “That’s how I first caught his attention. With my cookies.”
Hans makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a snort.
“Not true.” Dad grins. “It was the way you filled out the seat of your pants.”
“Dad!” I shriek.
Mom hits him with her oven mitt. “Oh, stop it.”
Dad just shrugs. “Cassie is old enough to know the truth now.”