I stared at his back as he got more and more frustrated. He’d changed out of his work clothing as well, into black sweatpants and a t-shirt with a faded surf shop logo. Of course he looked amazing in business clothing, but I really liked the relaxed version of him. It helped that the sweatpants highlighted his ass in a way no dress pants could, and the t-shirt was so thin and well-loved that it clung to him.
Yeah, based on what I could see, he worked out. Alot.
Drew turned abruptly and caught me staring. “Okay, I surrender. Can you try? I think it might be broken.”
I refrained from saying it was probably operator error as I took the iPad.
“Damn, this looks like mission control,” I said.
“Right? It’s ridiculously complicated.”
I realized that Drew had accidentally navigated to a settings page and not the controls section. I backed out and within a few seconds, theWedding Madnesstheme music echoed around the room.
“Howdid you do that?”
“It’s not that complicated,” I began. “All you have to do it find the section that says ‘primary device control’ and then navigate to the dropdown with the different input options listed?—”
“Please stop,” Drew closed his eyes like he was in pain. “You sound just like the guy who installed everything. ‘It’s so easy’ he said, meanwhile I can’t figure out the damn thing no matter how hard I try.”
“Well, if you give me a chance I can teach you,” I said tentatively.
He shook his head. “Nope. From now on, you’re my entertainment help desk.”
“No pressure,” I laughed. I sat down again and pulled my feet up underneath me. “Okay, ready for some totally fake reality?”
“Soready,” he agreed.
We settled in, and even though the show was a slow motion car crash that was hard to look away from, all I could think about was the enigma sitting beside me.
16
DREW
“Drew.”
I opened my eyes trying to figure out where I was.
Did I dream it, or did someone just call out my name?
I sat up and it took me a second to get oriented. It was late, the TV screen was black, there was a pizza box on the floor and I was on the sofa next to … I glanced over and when I saw the sleeping beauty beside me it all came back to me.
Emilia. And she was moaningmyname?
“Drew?”
She said it in a whisper. I leaned closer to her and saw that she was frowning.
“Drew.”
This one was sighed.
Emilia’s breathing became ragged. “Drew … don’t …”
Uh-oh.
“Please don’t stop,” she moaned.
I wentinstantlyhard.
