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Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

We finish the rest of our lunch before she goes, taking the leftovers with her. We finalize her plans to come over tonight, and when she leaves, I dive back into work for the rest of the afternoon. My thoughts are only partially obstructed by Cash.

Okay, maybe more than partially.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

Cash DeMarco

I feel like I’m being punked.

It’s been four days since I’ve started receiving mysterious iced coffees in the mornings after my swim. It started Monday, and it’s happened every single day since. I finish my morning laps, and when I get out of the pool, an iced coffee is waiting for me next to my things. It would be creepy if it wasn’t so delicious.

Alright, it’s still pretty creepy. Especially because I have no clue who’s doing it. My suspicions lead me to believe it may be Stella, which I hope I’m wrong. Regardless, I’m determined to figure it out today.

I got to the pool earlier this morning, so I’m finishing my swim fifteen minutes early. Part of me thought I should hide and wait it out, spy on whoever comes in, but then I remembered I’m not Inspector fucking Gadget, and this isn’t a movie. So instead, I’m waiting on the bleachers to see if anyone comes.

My heart is beating in my chest and I can’t sit still. I’m not sure why I’m so nervous, but if my body could chill the fuck out, that’d be great.

I’m scrolling through TikTok, when my attention is brought to the glass double doors. My stomach flies to my throat and the wind is knocked out of me when I watch who walks through them. Dark hair styled without a strand out of place, a perfectly tailored navy suit covering broad shoulders and thick thighs, and deep, hazelnut eyes that widen when they land on me.

“You,” is all I manage to spit out as I stand from the metal bleachers. Out of every single person I thought could be my secret coffee bringer, Stone was not one of them. I’m not sure why, because it seems so fucking obvious now.

“Why aren’t you swimming?” He’s standing about five feet in front of me, and his shoulders are squared, his eyes looking a bit uneasy.

“Got done early. Wanted to figure out who’s been leaving me coffee every day this week.” My arms cross over my chest as I study him. “Why are you doing it?”

He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. As if the answer is clear as day. “What do you mean, why?”

“Uh, I mean, why are you bringing me coffee? What do you get out of it? I wouldn’t have even known it was you if I hadn’t finished early.”