“Yeah, pretty sure.”
She flashed me that look again—half smug, half tempting.
And I just sat there.
Completely, irreversibly fucked.
The fact that she wasn’t the one-night-stand kind only made her more irresistible.
God help me.
“Alright then, Willa,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Sleep tight. And if you change your mind…”
“I won’t.”
“Just saying. In case you have a nightmare, or get cold, or suddenly realize you miss me.”
“Let me guess. I should just come upstairs?”
“Smartandpretty. I really gotta keep an eye on you. Wouldn’t want someone to snatch you up before our wedding day.”
She grinned.
Completely convinced I was joking. And damn, if I wasn’t more sure about her than I’d ever been about anyone.
“Alright, then,” I said, standing. “Sweet dreams. Don’t mind me—I’ll be cuddling with Johnny tonight.”
I reached for the cabinet, grabbed a bottle of Johnny Walker, and headed for the stairs. Halfway up, I turned back.
“Just so we’re clear, you won’t mind if Iactively think about youthe rest of the night, right?” I winked.
“Good night, Cash.”
I was already in my room, door half closed, when I heard her soft, unmistakable laugh float up the stairs.
And damn.
I felt like the luckiest idiot alive.
4. CHAPTER NIGHT SHIFT
I woke up with a full bladder, a dry mouth and the taste of Johnny still fighting for dominance on my tongue.
Jesus. Never again.
My head was splitting in half. Like someone swung an axe straight through my skull and just started twisting.
I stumbled down the stairs, nearly slipped on a goddamn sock, and accidentally jammed my foot into a slipper. “Who the hell leaves this thing here,” I muttered, holding onto the wall.
Made it to the bathroom.
In the dark. Didn’t bother turning the light on.
Big mistake.
I aimed.
Missed.
