“What are we going to do? I was supposed to meet up with her to finalize the prototypes for my collection when we get back.”
“We’ll meet with her together. It will be a good time to assess the situation further.” Dylan decided it was a risk. A huge fucking risk he didn’t want to put Flora in. But if they could confirm the stalker was Emery, they wouldn’t be chasing a ghost anymore.
“Does she know what your animal is?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“What about the other girls at Lust Lane?”
“No, I don't shift around there.”
“Not even by accident?”
“I don’t have that kind of luxury.”
Damn, it didn’t make sense. Even if Emery wasn’t after Flora the other girls at Lust Lane were in trouble. Dylan looked out the window, what the hell was he going to do now?
“What are we going to do? The other girls —”
“Will be fine until we can confirm what Emery was doing. Innocent until proven guilty and all that shit,” Dylan said. “Until we can meet with her, we’ll let Felix handle Lust Lane.”
Flora shriveled up in her blanket. He could practically feel her shrinking back into her corner and slipping through his fingers. He sat next to her grabbing her hand. Giving it a squeeze, he sighed.
“Let’s continue our trip. Hold off on all this drama until we get back to Rainfall Ave and I’ll have a plan by then. Okay?”
“Okay, I can do that,” she muttered curling her body into his. If anything, he was right there to protect her. That would be enough for now.
19
FLORA
“Okay, what are we doing tonight?” Dylan asked, jumping on the bed in their hotel room. Flora had sat already, after a long day of doing…nothing. She was trying her damndest not to think about Emery so instead, she’d put her entire attention on Dylan and the reality show playing on the TV.
“I want to relax,” Flora said, yearning to curl her fingers in his wavy, grown-out hair. She loved the intimacy that came with running her fingers through it and that they both enjoyed it. At least last time he did. He was always doing things for her, making her comfortable and safe and happy. She wanted to return the favor.
“We’ve been doing that all day though.” He was restless and it showed. He could hardly sit still for two minutes. He’d checked the building’s security ten times that day, but she could tell he was itching to do it again.
“How about we switch roles? What do you want to do, Dylan?” Flora asked, rolling over to lay her head on his chest. The rough cotton t-shirt combined with the smooth muscles lying under it brought more comfort to her once again.
God, when did she become so bad at dating? Were they dating? Should she ask? No, she definitely shouldn’t. No need to ruin whatever this was. At this point, Flora knew she’d do anything for this man. “You always do what I want to do.”
“It doesn’t matter to me what we're doing as long as I get to spend time with you,” he mumbled. “We did a drawing session yesterday, so let's camp out tonight.”
“Camp out?” Flora questioned. She was never much of a camper and being in the wild didn’t seem the tiniest bit appealing.
“Yeah, staying in, snacks and movies, under piles of blankets.”
“Piles of blankets? Do we have enough?”
“You brought three whole blankets with you; I’m sure we have enough.” He laughed, that deep rumble traveling through her body. “We need snacks though, so get your little behind up.”
“Gas station?” Flora asked. She was in a pair of sweats and one of Dylan’s shirts, no bra in sight. Her small boobs didn’t always need one, but the shirt was thin. Dragging her body from the bed, she searched around the room for something to cover up with.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for something to cover up with. In case you didn’t notice, I’m braless.”
“Ahh no, I noticed,” he said, flushing that adorable red his semi-tan skin could never hide.
