A knowing gleam hit his eyes as he gave me a wide grin.
“What’s that grin for?”
“Jazz told me that you wanted it.”
My reactions warred within me. “Um… that seems creepy.”
He shook his head. “No. I did it out of spite at the time. Luckily, it seems it worked out.”
My head tilted. “Do you think we would have worked this out?”
He stalked closer to me. “I don’t know. I know it’s not worth thinkin’ about that shit. It wastes energy.”
I wandered into the kitchen and stopped short. “You think this room still needs work?”
A lopsided smile flitted across his face. “Not gonna do a job half-assed.”
“But—”
“You should see the bathrooms first.”
I followed him through the rest of the house. The guest bath had a large walk-in shower with dark metal fixtures and marble hexagon mosaic tiles on the walls and floors. The toilet looked different to me.
Rafferty leaned toward me. “It’s a bidet.”
“Okay.”
He chuckled. “Don’t knock it until you try it.”
Everything from the floors to the bidet to the fixtures shone like a showroom, and it even smelled new.
He guided me to the nearby guest room, which served as a catch-all for tools and kitchen cabinets still in their boxes.
“No pressure, but you transfer to JU, this’ll be your office to study or whatever.”
Excitement and nervousness bubbled in my veins. “You’re thinking ahead.”
“Not wasting any more time.”
“Right.”
He grabbed my hand and led me to the other side of the house. We hurried through the roomy living room again. We hit his bedroom, and the thick bundle of flattened cardboard boxes waiting to be assembled stole my attention.
He really had intended to move.
I focused on his king-sized bed. The dark sheets were rumpled, the comforter hanging off to one side.
“I thought you made the bed now,” I muttered without thinking.
He chuckled, the dark sound filling the room. “I make the bed when I’m a guest. I don’t make it when I know I’m gonna get right back in it.”
I glanced up at him. “I thought you’d turned over a new leaf.”
He shot me a pointed look. “Does that shit really matter to you?”
“I guess not.”
He leaned over and tugged off his motorcycle boots. “All right then. Let’s have sex, shower, then we’ll walk over to Okinawa."
