Dair peered into his bathroom.
Her tote had exploded in there.
There was a spent towel shoved haphazardly on the rail, her gown was a rumpled pile on the floor, makeup, brushes, perfume, deodorant and other women’s face shite was all over the basin.
Now he knew why the fucking thing weighed so much.
But there was something about her mess, God help him, that he liked.
This shook him.
Signe, his ex-wife, was a slob.
They’d had a housekeeper that came in once a week to clean, stock the kitchen, change the sheets and do the laundry.
Signe had wanted one that lived in.
The woman didn’t work, and she had no hobbies, outside shopping and trying to one-up her girlfriends (who seemed more like fellow competitors) with how expensive her outfits and handbags could be. Why she couldn’t tidy up after both of them between housekeeper visits, he had no idea. Especially when he was in season.
But for fuck’s sake.
Blake’s mess turned him on.
Jesus, he was in this deep.
He turned to see she was pouring coffee at the same time sucking back one of the two ice waters she’d ordered.
He walked her way as she put the coffeepot and water down to grab her cup.
“That’s yours,” she said, motioning to the other filled cup with her own.
He reached toward the sugar.
“I did it already, Dair,” she said like she was chiding a child. “Two, right?”
Startled, he turned to her. “Ye ken how I take my coffee?”
She did an exaggerated eyeroll, adding a derisive squint. “You made a huge deal about starting to drink it when you were fourteen. To be certain we didn’t forget you were all grown up, you kept ordering us all to get you a cup. Of course I know.”
“That was over twenty years ago, lass.”
She seemed concerned. “Have your preferences changed?”
“No.”
Now she seemed annoyed.
“So…?” she let that trail irritably.
He picked up his cup and sipped it through yet another smile.
Blake retaining this knowledge didn’t say casual acquaintances.
You didn’t remember something that immaterial about someone you didn’t give a shite about.
She caught his smile, let out a huff, grabbed a croissant and threw herself into the couch.
“I can take you to a rental place so you all have a car,” she offered before she munched.
