*
What happened? Wheream I? What time is it?
I lift my head from the pillow to assess my situation:
Sofa bed—sheets half-ripped off.
Naked Thor facedown on the floor with dirt and leaves stuck to his skin. Nice view.
Plants.
More dirt.
Broken porcelain.
I lift myself to sitting. Dirt trickles down my back, but most of it stays stuck to my skin. Well, shit! I’m naked too and covered in dirt.
The brain fog begins to lift. We had sex. I think lots of sex.
Sex on the worktop.
Sex on the camp bed. Oh, my aching back. That’s right. We broke the camp bed. That might account for why he’s on the floor.
The floor. We had sex on the floor too.
Good sex.Reallygood sex.
My ten-star wonder begins to move and grumble like a bear waking. Theo pushes himself to his knees, tattooed back to me. I can pretty much read his mind as he looks down at himself and around the room—because I had the same thoughts. He glances over his shoulder at me, gaze trailing along my body while he scratches his beard-covered chin.
“Mornin’,” he says in a raspy voice.
“Morning.” I don’t know what else to say. Theo’s moods are something much more complex than simply unpredictable.
He continues to stroke his beard. “That was a military-grade cot.”
A smile grows across my face until I can’t hold back my laughter. “I think half of my plants need CPR.”
With a shrug, he lumbers to standing. “Toss them.”
I push to my feet, giving my best effort to not stare at his morning erection. “I’ll save them and when you finish the upstairs, I’m going to put all of them in your room.”
He stretches his arms above his head and yawns.
Good lord… that body.
“When I’m done with the upstairs, this place is going on the market.”
Is that his way of reminding me that this is nothing? I know this is nothing. I think I know it better than he does. “And you’ll go on tour.”
He regards me for a few seconds. I’m not sure if the sadness in his expression is my imagination or if he’s really letting his mask slip. “And you’ll go back to London to get married.”
If Theo thought that was anything but a lie, I think I’d crawl into a hole and die. I’m not a cheater. Right now, I’d give anything to erase that look from his face. I amnota cheater.
“Tell me another lie.” I need him to remember what we’ve shared is a lie.
Theo runs his hands through his hair, shaking out dirt as he chuckles. He looks at the floor. “Another lie, huh? Fine. I don’t want you to go back to London and marry some guy who will never be a ten.”
“Ha!” I shake my head and laugh as I tiptoe through the mess to reach the bathroom. “You’re cheeky, Theodore Reed.”
