It’s just him and me right now, and I don’t particularly like his tone.
“What are you talking about?” I say in a sorry attempt to diffuse the air.
“I’ve just told you. There’s only ever been one woman for me.”
Oh gods. The way he’s saying it makes me think that he means…nope. Not me. There’s no way.
But good grief, why is his voice so rumbly, and the light’s hitting his back just right, showing off his wide shoulders, and why is my mouth dry?
Danger! Danger, Will Robinson!
Right. Devlin dumped me. He cheated on me. If he’d loved me, he wouldn’t have done that.
I click my tongue. “Well, that’s nice.”
It’s a terrible comeback, but it’s all I’ve got.
But Devlin does not seem deterred. My lioness prowess must not be working. Perhaps ignoring him will work. So I open the bag and start pulling out clothes.
There’s really not much to put away—some panties, jeans, a couple of sweaters. But I make it look very interesting, as if it has all my attention.
And yet Devlin steps into the room, completely oblivious to how busy I clearly am. “I need you to sleep in my bedroom.”
“No. Way. In. Hell.”
I look up from the bag, and he’s got his arms crossed, a beautiful scowl on his face. Nope, not beautiful. Dangerous. No! Dangerous suggests he’s hot. It’s not dangerous, either. It’s just a scowl, a really small twitch of his lips and hardening of his sculpted jaw that makes him look ALL THE THINGS ALL AT ONCE ALL THE TIME.
He sighs and sits on my bed. I glare at him, and he then lays back and puts his arms behind his head.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m getting comfortable. If this is where you’re going to sleep, it’s where I’m sleeping, too.”
I’ve got to get him out of here. “I fart. A lot. At night. It smells very bad. You won’t want to be in here.”
Now he looks amused. It makes him look even prettier. It’s just sickening that from every angle he looks gorgeous. Why am I cursed with having to spend time with him?
Oh, right.Thanks, Nana. You’re in deep shit next time I see you.
“I’ll create a force field so that the smell stays on your side.”
“Argh! Will you just get out of here? I’m sleeping under your roof; isn’t that enough? There’s no telling what I’ll be subject to see, much less hear, in the next couple of days, or however long it takes for this to go away. Can’t you just give me this one thing?”
“No.”
I want to pull every single hair out of my head one at a time. This is already torture. Why is he making this so much worse?
“Blair—”
It’s so sexy when my name rumbles from his mouth.Stop it, Blair!
“I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t have to.”
“I doubt that.”
“I wouldn’t. You don’twantto be here, and I don’t want you tohaveto be here, but what I’m attempting to build is important, and to make sure that I have the vision, we have to be together twenty-four seven.”
“Why?” I ask while folding a T-shirt into a piece of origami. It just keeps getting smaller and smaller.
