Chapter Fourteen
I wake up in the morning and roll over sleepily to glance at the clock.Shit.It’s nearly eight o’clock. I never set my alarm, never need to. I usually wake up with a start every morning, so afraid I’ll be late to work. I’m counted on to open the bank three days a week, but luckily today isn’t one of them. Because it’s Sunday.
And I am unbelievably hung-over.
Yesterday comes flooding back to me in snapshots.
Jenson.
And Hayley.
At the bar. So drunk.
And then Jenson at my house.
I can’t seem to remember much of Jenson being here. Except I vividly remember I said I wanted to have sex, and he said I was too drunk. After that, it all goes blurry.
I get up gingerly. I have a massive headache to go along with my massive embarrassment for propositioning him when I was in that state of inebriation. Maybe I can avoid Jenson for at least twenty-four hours.
I’m showered and dressed and have just put on a pink Randolph College raglan shirt and jeans when the doorbell rings.
When I open the door, Jenson is standing on my front step with his two sons and…a dog.
Looking incredibly handsome in athletic shorts, a fitted black t-shirt, and sexy day-old stubble, Jenson has Connor in his arms and Kyle’s holding onto the dog leash.
“Hi.” Jenson’s sexy half-smile says much more than he can say in front of his kids. His gaze flicks to my lips, fresh with mauve lipstick, and then down to my outfit, fitted perfectly to my figure, and he winks. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“I’m fine.” I lean in to give Connor a kiss and then bend down and put my lips to Kyle’s sweet head. “Hi, boys. How are you?”
“Hi, Livia.” Kyle hands me the leash, and I take it from him automatically, not understanding. “Surprise!”
“Did you get a new pet?” I ask him.
Kyle looks up at Jenson, who says, “I got you a dog.”
“Why?” I stare down at the wriggly, floppy-eared creature with a giant tongue sitting at my feet.
“You said you wanted one,” he says. “Remember last night?”
I stare at him. “No, not exactly. And how did you find a dog so quickly?”
“Funny story,” he begins.
“Really,” I say back as I give him a look.
His eyes fill with humor. “My mom volunteers at the Animal Shelter every week. A dog came in on Friday, and she never does this, but she took him home with her on a whim. She knew she couldn’t keep him because Dee’s not a dog person. But she was hoping somebody could because she said he’s one of the cutest dogs she’s ever seen in her life.”
I look down at the dog in front of me. I don’t think he’s especially cute. He’s not ugly, but I wouldn’t say he’s super cute. There’s something about him, though, that I’m falling for….
“And I take it this is him?”
“That’s him. I figured you may not remember telling me you wanted a dog last night. It was one of your secrets,” he adds.
Oneof my secrets? Oh, my God, what else did I tell him?
“It just gets more interesting,” he says as his eyes lock with mine.
Shit.I had a feeling he was going to say that.
