Dylan
ADDISON AND I hightailed it home, and then hurried to our respective rooms to dress in something less conspicuous. I was still trying to wiggle out of my black jeans when there was a knock on the door. Since I had a feeling getting out of a bustier had to be more complicated than tugging off skinny jeans, I knew it was on me to keep Asher busy until Addison could change. Which was a problem,since I was in nothing but my bra and panties when I heard Asher unlock the front door and call out our names.
Desperate, I threw a towel around myself and rushed into the living room to intercept him right as he was about to knock on Addison’s door.
“Ash, hey, what are you doing here?” I asked.
He turned and froze. His gaze traveled down my towel before venturing up to rest on my face. Theferal, hungry look he gave me made me want to run... or throw open my towel and invite him in. Determined not to do anything either of us would regret, I clutched the towel tighter.
“I was about to hop in the shower.” It wasn’t quite a lie, since I did need to wash off whatever that crazy cleaning lady had sprayed all over me.
“Hey.” He cleared his throat. “I told Addison I was on the wayover.” He glanced at her door. “Where is she?”
“Getting changed. Her outfit was...” Ohmigod, how could I tell him his sister had been wearing a bustier without coming right out and saying it? “She wanted to change into something more decent.”
His brow furrowed. “I thought you guys were out.”
I nodded. “We were.”
He started to ask me something else, but thankfully Addison’s door swung open.“Ashey! Hey, how are you?” she asked. Then she looked at me in my towel and added, “Am I interrupting something?”
Fire blazed in my cheeks. “No!” I shouted, sounding way too guilty.
The heated look Asher gave me made me reconsider.
“No,” I repeated, softer this time. “Let me go get dressed,” I hurried to add. Then I escaped as quickly as my legs would carry me.
By the time I reemerged, Addisonand Asher were sitting on the sofa with their heads together.
“Dylan,” Addison said, her smile way too wide to be real. “Did you know that Asher has a police scanner?”
Addison was right, hedidknow about the break-in. My throat suddenly felt like sandpaper. I swallowed so I could speak without croaking. “No. That’s interesting, though. I bet you hear all sorts of wild stuff.”
He eyed me.
“Right?” Addison said. “He was just telling me that tonight someone broke into Bridge City Property Management. Can you imagine?”
