When I woke in the morning, I checked in on him. He was still fast asleep, and I presumed he’d be that way for a few more hours. He’d had a lot to drink.
I made more biscuits and then waited. At around noon, I heard the creak of the stairs as he came down.
“Hungry?” I hurried to usher him to the kitchen. “I made more biscuits. I can make eggs too if you want.”
“No,” he groaned. “Just the biscuits, please.”
I pulled the jam out of the fridge and sliced a biscuit open, spreading the fruit on it quickly. He took it from me and popped it into his mouth.
“Thanks.”He leaned over the counter and took another, spreading the jam himself. “I’m sorry I cut our night short.”
“It’s fine. That whole thing was so dumb. I want to focus on the good, and the good is that you’re here.”
“I promised the cops I’d take off today.”
My heart sank. “Are you really going to? I thought I had you for one more day.”
Kansas gave me a look over his glasses. “I’ll stay for a bit, but I think it’s in both of our best interests I take off. Don’t want them to pull my scholarship and all.”
“They wouldn’t do that,” I said, but I was unsure. “Spencer isn’t always like that. The knife was just a stupid jump scare.”
“Sure.” He grabbed the water I had slid over to him and gulped it down. “I’ll stay for the afternoon, but probably take off before it gets dark. What do you want to do?”
His mood was sour, and I suddenly felt silly for baking a cake for Constantine. I glanced at it and sighed.
“Well, if I have to condense your trip, I’d like to take you to see my bat flower.”
“Bat flower?” He chuckled.
“It’s so cool. Go shower and then we’ll go.”
When he came back downstairs, I was waiting by the front door eagerly.
“Do you have your leash?” he teased, patting the top of my head.
“If I do, does that mean I get a treat?” I bit my lower lip and put my hands behind my back, causing my chest to pop and his eyes to dip hungrily. He licked his lips.
“If you let me collar you, you’d get so many treats.” He put his hand against the door, pinning me against it. My heart stuttered as he pressed me into me. “What do you say, are you a good girl?”
My jaw dropped as he cupped my sex.
“I love that you always wear skirts and dresses,” he murmured, his head dipping down to kiss my collarbone. “Easy access.” He rubbed over my underwear, and I moaned.Realizing what was happening, I pushed him away gently.
“Come on, I don’t want to waste another minute.”
The scowl on his face told me he didn’t see it as a waste of time, but I wanted him to see my greatest accomplishment.I drove to the greenhouses and was surprised to find an empty parking lot.
“Usually Sundays are pretty poppin’,” I explained as we started toward the line of glass buildings.
“Popping?” Kansas smirked. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Hey! Not all of us are living a glamorous life halfway across the country.”
He roared with laughter. “My life is not glamorous, but I love that you think that.”
The greenhouse was locked, so I pulled my key out.
“If everyone has keys, then why is it locked?”
