“It better be. Lennie said you want five hundred large for three hundred pounds. That’s some premium shit. Is it really premium shit?”
I set my jaw and stared right back at him. “It’s premium shit.”
He drew in a long breath, searching for any sign of weakness in my face. Then he said, “You grow your crop. If it’s really like you say...then yeah, I’ll buy it.”
He nodded to the guards and they hustled us downstairs and out of the club. It was still raining but nothing like as heavily as before. As we stepped out into the night, Sean and I looked at each other with the same relieved-but-disbelieving expression. Had we really...done it?
We had. We had our buyer.
“I’m proud of you,” he told me.
I flushed. “I surprised you in there, huh?”
He looked at me steadily. “No. I knew you could do it.”
I bit my lip. “I’m proud of you, too. You didn’t get mad, or smash anything.”
He glowered. “I nearly did, when he wouldn’t listen to you. I was ready to throw him off his fucking balcony.”
I put a hand on his shoulder. Just the feel of him, his warm solidness, through his leather jacket made me go heady. “I’m glad you didn’t.”
And then we were leaning into each other, twisting our heads tokiss. It was oddly slow and tentative: every time until now, we’d kissed because we’d lost control. Now, in the darkness, with the rain pattering softly on our heads and shoulders, I felt like a teenager working up the courage to kiss for the very first time.
With a boy shereally, reallyliked.
Our lips met in a slow dance, tasting each other, experimenting. His hands slid into my hair and it was magical, one of those lift-you-up kisses I thought you didn’t get once you were grown up. For a minute or maybe more, we just kissed, slow and romantic and goddamnperfect.When he finally drew back from me and looked into my eyes, I grinned like an idiot.
Only then did we think about the possibilities. His hands knitted with mine and he squeezed.
“You can’t come back to my place,” I said. “Kayley—”
He nodded quickly. “We could go to mine.” He checked his watch. “But I need to go to the grow house, soon.”
I put my hands on his chest, tracing the shape of his muscles. The mood was sliding, very quickly, from romantic to scorching hot. “The grow house is closer,” I mumbled.
His hands skimmed down my back. “The grow houseiscloser. You could get a cab home afterwards....”
I swallowed as his hands reached my ass. I had to have him:now.I raised my hand in the air. “Taxi!”
We almost fell through the door of the grow house with Sean trying to work the zipper of my dress. “It’s stuck,” he mumbled into my neck.
“Don’t break it!” I panted, clawing at the buttons of his shirt. “It’s not mine!”
Sean kicked the door closed...and a white envelope that had been on the mat wafted into the air.
“What’s that?” I asked, dodging a kiss.
“Don’t know,” said Sean. “Don’t care.” He kissed me, long and hard, and started to work the dress up my hips.
It took every bit of willpower I had, but I tore my lips away from him. “Wait!” I said. “Who’s writing to us? Who even knows we’re here?” I grabbed the envelope from the mat and tore it open.
Sean huffed and growled while I read the letter. “What?” he asked impatiently.
I read it again. And again. The words refused to change.
“What?”asked Sean again, worried, this time. He’d seen my expression.
“It’s from the realtor,” I said. “They’ve sold the land the house is built on. They want us out in seven days.” I glanced around at the plants. “And they’re coming to inspect the place tomorrow morning.”
