Free Intercepted by Love: Part 2 (Playing the Field #2) by Rachelle Ayala Page B

with me or with others, that’s fine too.”
    “With others?” Her heart dropped. Did he already know about Ronaldo?
    “Yes, I’m not dictating who you see or go out with, and at the same time, I’m going to see other people. I now realize I was asking too much to think that just because I stopped seeing other people for five months that somehow I would be rewarded with your love.”
    “But … I don’t get it.” Andie blinked as her heart clenched with pain. “You want to see other people?”
    “I’m worth it, aren’t I? I mean, women like me and I’m generally pretty desirable.”
    “Uh … you are, Cade. But I thought you changed … maybe not.” She shoved the chair back and wobbled to her feet. “I’m tired, and I have to go to sleep.”
    She dashed from the kitchen before she could burst into tears. Ronaldo hadn’t wasted any time telling Cade about her little escapade, and now he’d given up on her. He no longer wanted to earn her love. He was going back to his old playboy ways.
    She stumbled up the spiral staircase, and threw herself into her room. What was she doing sleeping here in his house? She’d never be able to stomach it if he started bringing women around.
    She had no choice but to move out. Tears blinding her eyes, she dragged her suitcases from the closet and started packing.

Chapter Eleven
    C ade opened the French door to the patio to check on the dogs. On summer nights, he let Red sleep outside if he wanted. Red headed for his wooden doghouse, but Gollie clung to him, wagging her tail and begging for pets, so he let her in.
    “You’re a sweetie, aren’t you? I bet you like snuggling up with Andie in that big bed of hers.” He took a doggie brush from a basket near the TV and sat on the floor cross legged.
    The dog climbed into his lap and let him brush her. Her fur was silky yet textured, more reddish than a golden retriever, and she had collie markings, white patches on her nose. She lay relaxed on his legs as he went through her coat, picking out twigs and burrs.
    “You’re a pretty girl. You like it here with Red? You two are best friends?” He wished the same could be said about he and Andie.
    She’d acted weird when he said they could be like regular roommates. It was exactly what she wanted. Ah, heck, maybe she had a stressful day at work. Ronaldo Silver was not an easy man to work for. The dude was demanding and arrogant. Bet he pictured himself a king like David.
    Gollie turned on her back and spread her legs, exposing her belly for a rub. Cade brushed her chest hair and gave her belly a hearty tickle. “Okay, girl. Time for bed. Let me take you to your mistress.”
    He stood, patted his leg, and Gollie followed him up the spiral staircase.
    Truth? It was the master bedroom, sort of. The upper suite had been an add-on by the previous owner who realized that the best view of the house was over the kitchen and dining room. So he’d cut a hole in the ceiling of the great room and built the suite above. There was a surprise in the black ceiling of the bedroom, but he’d wait to unveil it when and if he ever shared the bed with Andie.
    For now, he’d stay in the original bedroom wing of the house and let Andie think she rented the spare room.
    The lights were still on under the door, so he knocked loudly. “Gollie’s here. Do you want her?”
    The door cracked open, not enough for Gollie to enter. Andie’s hair was partially obstructing her face and she breathed fast. “Sure, thanks. Come in, girl.”
    Gollie shied away from the small opening, and as Andie reached to grab her collar, Cade pushed the door wider. Andie’s suitcases were open, and her clothes were scattered on the bed.
    “You going somewhere?” Cade asked while Gollie crawled into the room and jumped on the bed.
    Andie wiped her palms on her jeans and took a shallow breath. “I’m in your way. I’m sorry I can’t stay.”
    “Can’t you wait until the weekend? Where will you go?” Cade