Theo wasn’t awakewhen I got up the next morning. He’d been at hisparents’ late, and I’d gone to bed before he’d come home. I made some tea and fidgeted for a while, impatient for him to get up.
Sean had texted again. Only once, and it wasn’t as blatantly angry as his first string of messages. But it was easy to see he was mad. Or at least annoyed.
Will you just text me back?
I didn’t. And I wasn’t going to. Not yet, at least. And once I got the rest of my stuff out of his house, I was absolutely blocking his number.
Deciding to shower and get dressed for the day, I glanced at Theo’s closed door as I headed for the bathroom, momentarily wondering if he had a migraine. I hoped not. It was still early. He was probably just sleeping in.
After showering, I went to my room to get dressed. I still had the hoodie Theo had let me wear after the proposal debacle. I’dmeant to give it back to him. It wasn’t like I needed it. I had a THS hoodie of my own.
But for some reason, I liked his better.
He hadn’t asked for it back, so I slipped it on, pairing it with leggings and thick socks. I left my hair wet—I’d been blessed with hair that could air-dry without getting frizzy—and went out to see if Theo was up.
I found him in the kitchen, dressed in a T-shirt and pajama pants. He had his back to me as he poured a cup of coffee.
“Morning,” I said.
He turned with a sleepy grin and my heart fluttered. His hair was a little messy, and why was the way he smiled at me like that so…?
I didn’t want to saysexy. We were friends, and I’d just gotten out of a relationship. It was not the time to get swept up in his sex appeal. Not that there’d ever be a time to get swept up in Theo’s sex appeal.
He and I weren’t like that.
But a messy-haired Theo Haven standing in the kitchen in pajama pants, dimpled smile on display? It made my insides swirl in a way that was both tantalizing and uncomfortable.
“Morning,” he replied.
His rough morning voice did not help.
“How was your visit with your parents?” I asked.
“It was good. How’s your grandma?”
“She’s doing well. Maury glitter bombed her.”
He chuckled. “Classic. Were you there when it happened?”
“Sure was. It got all over. Not so much on me, but I have a feeling she’ll be finding little sparkly bits for weeks.”
He headed for the living room and I followed. Both of us took a seat on the couch, one in each corner.
“How’s she going to get him back?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I’m sure she has something up her sleeve.” I tucked my legs beneath me. “I know this is going to seem like an abrupt subject change, and maybe you’d rather have more of your coffee to wake up first, but I’ve been dying to talk to you.”
“Yeah? Me too. But you go first.”
I adjusted my glasses. “Okay. Last night, I was picking up some takeout for dinner, and you’ll never guess who was at the restaurant.”
“Who?”
“Michael Morris.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Totally serious. I almost couldn’t believe it. He was sitting at a table with another man. I went to the table behind them so I could hear what they were saying.”
