Cat’s wrap fell from her hands onto the plate. She’d scored an honest-to-goodness lunch break that had landed the first official “Cat Wrap” in her freezing cold hands and had been busy warming herself up remembering each and every orgasmic detail with Noah the night before. At least, she had been before she was interrupted by the man’s daughter.

“Uh. Huh?” Cat wiped her mouth with a napkin and prayed she didn’t look like she’d been fantasizing about Sara’s dad naked.

“Dinner. Our house tonight,” Sara repeated.

“Is there a special occasion?” Cat asked, feeling like she was missing an essential piece of information. April Hai peered around the end of the counter at them holding a to-go bag.

Sara shrugged. “I aced my Earth Sciences test?”

“Congratulations?”

“Thanks. Bring some wine for you and my dad.”

“Oh, uh. Sure. Okay,” Cat said, baffled. They were supposed to be keeping this… romance a secret. Sara wasn’t supposed to know that her father was doing the horizontal mambo with Cat. “What time should I be there?”

“Eight,” Sara said, decisively. “We’re having salmon.”

“Okay. I’ll see you at eight,” Cat said.

Sara grinned. “Awesome! See ya tonight, Cat!” She turned and scampered off grabbing April’s arm and dragging her friend off to giggle somewhere about twelve-year-old things.

Cat shook her head and picked up her truly excellent chicken wrap. Kids.

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She meant to text Noah to confirm but got sucked into watching playback, and by the time she slipped away, she barely had enough time to shower and change. For the first time in her life, Cat wasn’t sure what to wear. What did the woman secretly sleeping with a twelve-year-old’s father wear to a family dinner?

She finally settled on jeans and an emerald green sweater with a V-neck. She pulled on a pair of suede booties and braided her still damp hair over her shoulder. Stylish, but not too sexy, she decided, studying herself in the mirror. Now she just had to remember not to grab Noah’s crotch or straddle him at the dinner table, and everything would be fine.

Since the night was cold as hell, and she was already running close to late, Cat drove the six blocks to Noah’s. She grabbed the wine Henry had selected and hurried up the porch steps. After a brief moment of debate of knocking or ringing the bell, she stabbed the bell with her gloved finger.

She heard yelling and footsteps, and then Noah was opening the door.

“Hi,” she said, breathlessly. He looked tousled and tasty. His hair was ruffled. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and was barefoot. She was definitely overdressed.

“Hey.” Noah’s face went through a range of emotion. Excitement, pleasure, lust, and then confusion. “What are you doing here?” he asked quietly, stepping out onto the porch with her.