A knock on the door, sharp and insistent, broke through my brooding thoughts. I hesitated before finally trudging toward the door. When I swung it open, Noah stood there, the familiar arch of his eyebrow conveying concern and impatience.
“You’re not wearing that,” he said.
I looked down at my T-shirt, jogging bottoms, and bare feet. “I’m definitely not naked, so yes, I am wearing this. What are you doing here?”
He pushed past me and down the hallway to my bedroom.
“Noah. What the fuck is going on?” I asked.
“You’re getting dressed. That’s what the fuck is going on. And then you’re coming with me.”
I groaned. “If this is some kind of intervention from you and Lex, you can drop it. It’s all good. Adam is coming back, and it’s all good.”
“Yeah, it’s all good. You said that twice.”
“Because it’s true.” He opened and closed drawers until he seemed to find something suitable. I wanted to laugh because he’d picked Adam’s favorite pair of jeans. I knew that because every time he wore them, he’d complain about the small tear onthe knee, which stopped him from wearing them as part of a dressy-casual outfit.
Noah crossed his arms and stared at me.
When he wouldn’t budge, I dropped my jogging bottoms.
“What the fuck, dude? You’re naked,” he said, covering his eyes.
“You’re in my room demanding I get dressed. I’m getting dressed.”
After he made a comment about the size of my junk and how lucky his brother was, I locked myself in the bathroom across the hall and got dressed. Pervert.
I didn’t know what his deal was or what kind of intervention he, and probably Lex, had planned, but knowing the Spencer brothers, there wasn’t much I could do about it.
“Where are we going?” I asked when I came out of the bathroom.
“Just trust me,” he replied with the same smile he had when scheming. I wanted to say if he was going to force Adam to see me, he needed to learn how to respect his brother’s wishes, but then again, I was also desperate to see Adam, so maybe I could go along for the ride.
When I slid into the passenger seat of his car, he handed me a black fabric blindfold.
“Are you serious?”
“It’s payback time for when you all made me renew my vows with Lior with flat hair after kidnapping me.”
“I didn't kidnap you. Drew and West did. Besides, your hair looked fine,” I countered, but the protest fell on deaf ears.
“Put it on.”
With a resigned sigh, I complied, darkness enveloping me as the soft fabric settled over my eyes. The absence of sight left me feeling vulnerable. But hey, at least it was a distraction from thinking about how much I missed Adam or how I wouldn’t putit past Noah to drop me in the middle of a field with a bottle of water and a note saying dinner was on him if I made it home.
“Here, these will keep you company,” Noah said, pressing a pair of earbuds into my palm. I fumbled to fit them into my ears, and as soon as they were snugly in place, music flooded through them.
Five songs played until the car finally came to a stop, pausing the playlist.
“We stopped?” I asked. “Can I take this blindfold off?”
“Yep, we’re here.” Noah’s voice held a measure of excitement that put me on edge. “You can take it off now.”
I reached up to remove the blindfold, ready to face whatever Noah, and probably Lex, had schemed up.
When my eyes adjusted to the light, I took in the familiar building in front of us and then looked at Noah. “Seriously, Noah, you brought me to work on my day off. Thanks.”
He came out of the car and circled it before opening my passenger door. “Like you said, you’re not working today. Today, you’re the guest of honor.”
