“I told you that you didn’t need to clean my house or do laundry.”

Her head quirks, the morning sun glinting off her smooth skin. “Have you ever been told you’re terribly particular?”

“Willa.” My arms cross.

“Cade.” She mirrors my motion with her arms. Except it creates a shelf beneath her full tits and I lose my focus. The scowl melts off my face. “I wasn’t about to hang out in a house with barf laundry just sitting around. That’s plain gross.”

“You cleaned the bathroom.”

“There was barf there too.”

“The floors?”

She grimaces. “Barf.”

“Jesus.” I take my hands over my hat, pressing down at the brim over the back of my neck. When I peek up, I don’t miss the way Willa is eyeing my arms.

There’s a part of me that gets off on it. But there’s another part of me—the adult part with all the baggage—that knows I need to put a stop to whatever this tension is between us.

Probably not kissing her and grinding into her until I blew in my pants would have been a great start.

Or not making her sit on the edge of my hot tub so I could eye fuck the way her bathing suit violated her.

“I don’t mind. It’s”—her hand waves around in front of her—“whatever. I felt bad for Luke. You work hard all day. You didn’t need to walk into a barf-covered house.”

“You’re not a maid, Willa.”

Her lips quirk up and her eyes narrow. I’ve noticed this look. It comes right before she says something inappropriate. “I was a sexy one for Halloween one year.”

I scowl at her. Internally I’m scowling at myself because my first two thoughts were:

1. Does she still have that costume?

2. How do I track down and kill every guy who saw her wearing it?

She snickers and I ignore her. It’s what’s best for both of us. “You cleaned my entire house but left your own vehicle saturated with vomit?”

Her head wobbles from side to side. “Well, yeah. It seemed like a problem for another day. I’m going to get it detailed. It’s not a big deal, so you can stop reenacting that porno anytime now.”

“I’m almost done, Willa. It seems like the least I can do for you,” I grumble, ducking back into the Jeep, needing to stop staring at her and seeing her lips part on the word porno.

“Cade, stop. It’s seven a.m. and you were home late. What time were you up? Don’t you have work?”

“I don’t sleep in, Red. And I’m taking the day off to take care of you guys.”