Clay stopped and turned to look over his shoulder at her. "That's still true. But I don't want to make it too easy for you to fall in love with me." He grinned when he said it, obviously teasing her, and left the room.
"I think it's too late for that," Dylan whispered to herself.
ChapterFifteen
The next morning, Dylan finally understood what the expression "walking on air" meant. She wasn't sure her feet had touched the ground since she got out of bed.
While Clay hadn't been lying when he said he snored, she was also correct when she told him she slept like the dead. Once they ate a snack, Clay decided he wanted her for dessert.
After that, she'd cleaned up, borrowed one of his t-shirts, and passed out. That was the last thing she remembered until he woke her up with a cup of coffee at six-thirty. Drinking coffee and having breakfast in his sunny kitchen felt almost normal, as though they did it every day.
Clay tried to talk her into going back to bed after but she knew she would be late if she did.
As she dressed, he stood in the doorway of the bedroom with his arms crossed over his chest.
"I don't know why you can't shower here," he said.
"Because you don't even have conditioner for my hair," she answered, shimmying back into her jeans.
"It's not even eight yet. Does it really take you two hours to get ready?"
She shot him a dry look. "You work from home. Your commute is all of thirty seconds. It takes me ten or fifteen minutes to get to work on a good day and a half hour to get to my apartment from here. That's almost an hour in travel time alone."
He sighed in disgust as she finished dressing and followed her to the living room, where she gathered her purse and jacket.
When she walked to the door, he came up behind her and put his hand on it so she couldn't open it.
Dylan turned to face him and lifted both her eyebrows. "Problem?"
"I want to see you today," he stated.
"You're seeing me now," she replied, fighting a smile.
"After work."
"I don't get off until eight," she said. "And I have to do laundry tonight or I'll have to go to work in a tank top and running shorts tomorrow. That's the only stuff I have clean."
He paused, a frown on his face. "Can I come to your place?" he asked. "I'll bring dinner and I'm damn good at folding underwear and socks."
She laughed. "Women’s underwear?" she asked.
"Yeah. I had to fold Mom and Rona's stuff growing up. They made me help with the laundry." He shuddered. "I'm not even going to tell you how many times I found a thong in there. It was traumatizing."
"Yeah, I don't need to know."
"Tonight then?"
"Okay," she agreed. "I'll text you my address." Dylan smiled. "I can introduce you to my plants."
"Your plants?" he asked.
"Don't worry, they'll like you." Dylan rose up on her toes and kissed him on the mouth. "I'll see you tonight."
Clay opened the door for her and followed her outside to her car. She bit back a laugh when he opened her car door for her too.
"I'm glad you're here to open my doors. What will I do when I get home?"
"Stop being a smartass."
