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What the hell did I do? What could he possibly be saying to her?

Jessica nodded her head at his words "Yes, not a problem, Mr West Good-bye"

I looked over at her, surprised at her tone and the sudden use of Mr West instead of Logan Whatever he said to her, she was now talking like an actual teacher and not soirl

She held the phone to me, her face flushed As soon as I took it, she walked out and I heard her tell Oliver to have a great weekend

"Yeah?" I asked, confused

"Cassandra, please, don’tI really need your help Tell me you’ll watch Oliver"

"Quick question first, why not let hio to Jessica’s house? She is his teacher after all; you should trust her more than er to make dinner for you I’ his expression atdinner with my son’s teacher And Oliver likes you as does Julia and most of this town That says a lot And about that rew huskier, "if you’d like to prepare dinner for us, I’d be delighted to have a taste"

I rolled my eyes, but a smile pulled at my lips despite myself "I’ll watch Oliver but there will be no meal, at least not for you"

"That’s a sha forward to the next treat you have planned for rew s, seductive san"

He chuckled "I’ll be there soon and Cassandra, thank you" I heard hi up as soon as the words left his enuine, and I couldn’t help sht Oliver, looks like you’re co over to my house for a while" I stepped into the hall and Oliver stood up, worryhis brow

"Is my daddy okay?"

"Yes, of course He’s just stuck in traffic What do you say we go back to

By the time we arrived at my house Oliver had convincedon ht to the kitchen I smiled as he pushed a chair across the floor to the sink and clian handing hiredients fro into a bowl after IFlour covered his hands as well as some blueberry juice With Oliver’s help, the batter wasless than thirtytwo pans inside the oven, I turned around assessing the room

Flour was scattered around the countertop and floor Oliver followedas he grabbed a handful of blueberries left in a bowl

"You’re pretty messy as well"

Flour had soh his curly hair

"I’ll help you clean," he said, ju down from the chair, blueberries still in his hand As soon as his feet hit the floor, a blueberry hit the back ofto face hi to start a food fight in roith nerves "Um--"

"Because I’ll win!" I reached for a handful of blueberries and raced toward hi the entire bowl, and sneaking around the side of the kitchen table