So much so that I am at a loss as to what to say to Cade.Outwardly, for the rest of the afternoon at my parents’ place he was fine. We watched the rest of the football game—he even went outside and had a game of three-on-three with Dad and my brothers while Mom and I did the dishes and cleaned up. Nothing was amiss to anything one but me.But the moment I told everyone that I’d quit stripping—albeit an expected inevitability but maybe not just yet—Cade’s mood disintegrated. The warm touches changed. The soft kisses and meaningful squeezes disappeared, and the knowing looks we’d shared all afternoon stopped completely.I couldn’t believe that he’d actually be angry that I wasn’t stripping anymore. He’d never said he wanted me to stop—and I know he never would—so it could only be the fact that I didn’t tell him. It actually has me worried about what’s going to happen when we get back to my place.“How was Callie when you called her?” I ask, desperate to break the awkward silence.“Good.”Great—one-word answer.
