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There's nothing sweet about this steamy friends to lovers romance... I storm after her. She’s in her bedroom and this time her door is shut. Like throwing gasoline on a fire, I pound on the door with the side of my fist. “So, now you close the door,” I say on a laugh, my voice slightly raised. “Too little too late, sweetheart.” She throws the door open, cutting me down with an ice blue glare. “What is that supposed to mean?” She’s wearing that robe again. And pretty much nothing else. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Cari,” I say, barging into her room. “You don’t close your bedroom door—not ever.” I take a half step, throwing up a hand, bracing it against the doorframe, hemming her in so she can’t run away. “Do you know I can see you? That every time you change your clothes, every time you get out of the shower, I sit on the couch and watch you in the living room mirror?” “I—” She starts to deny it but then the flush blooming across her chest spreads, the heat of it collecting under her collarbone before inching lower, into the soft valley below. “Of course I know.” She says it softly, the tip of her tongue licking her lips like her mouth has suddenly gone dry. “Why do you think I hung it there in the first place?” There it is. Confirmation that she’s been playing me since the day she moved in and it’s all I need to hear. “Did you sleep with him?” I ask, pulling the robe loose. The slinky length of it slips through my fingers and lands on the floor between us. She’s looking at me, eyes wide and blue enough to drown me. “Who?” My fingertips glide over her trembling flesh. “Tim/Travis,” I say it easy, like I couldn’t care less. The truth is, the thought of him putting hands on her makes me want to kill something. “Did you sleep with him?” She furrows her brow for a moment, her blue eyes glazed and cloudy. Her breathing has gone ragged. “His name is Trevor.” I can feel the corner of my mouth lift in that trademark Gilroy grin again. It’s new to me but fits perfectly. “Answer the question, Cari.” “I didn’t,” she shutters out on a broken sigh, her fingers threading through my hair. “I didn’t.” I don’t want that to matter. Not now. Not after she’s all but admitted to turning me inside out, on a daily basis, for nothing more than sport. Instead of answering her, confessing to her that I love her, that I’ve loved her for as long as I’ve known her, I don’t say anything at all. The time for pretty words and true confessions is long gone. I wrap a hand around her hip, the long fingers of my hand gripping her. “So, when you asked me to zip you into your dress... That was just more of you driving me crazy.” “Patrick, I didn’t—” “Shh… I want the truth, Cari. Not excuses.” I pull my hand away. “Turn around,” I say, putting some weight into my command. The sudden absence of sensation opens her eyes. She’s looking at me like she has no idea who I am. That makes two of us. Read more in Pushing Patrick – book one in the Gilroy Clan series. With over 1000 positive reviews, you're sure to enjoy this hot romance, now available for FREE with Kindle Unlimited! And also in Paperback!