“We’re here.” He sets the comb aside. “That’s all that matters to me.”
My smile wavers, but I try to hide it by tipping my chin. “Yeah.”
“Not to sound dramatic,” Ally says, knocking on the door. “But I really need to pee.”
Flynn smirks, sliding me from the vanity so I’m hugged to him like we were on the way into the bathroom. When he opens the door and steps past Ally, his towel falls from his waist.
“Nooo … not again,” she says.
I giggle as he carries me to the bed. We settle under the covers, and I fall asleep in his arms within minutes.
The next morning, Flynn is gone by the time I peel open my eyes and squint at my alarm clock, three minutes after seven. I hop out of bed and retrieve my phone from my bag on the floor, among my discarded clothes. Each one is a memory of him slowly undressing me. Just the thought brings a blushing smile to my face.
My phone is dead, so I plug it in next to my bed, run to the bathroom, and make a cup of green tea. By the time I return to my room, there’s just enough of a charge to turn on my phone.
A text from Flynn pops up. He sent it at five forty-five this morning.
Flynn: Morning! What time do u work? Mr. R thinks u should stop by again since Mrs. R likes u
I’m flattered, so I text back:
June: Hi! I have a 1:00 tour. I can grab breakfast and head that way
Flynn: Perfect!
Chapter Twenty
Flynn
I makeMrs. Rawlings her morning tea.
We go to Pilates.
Back home for breakfast.
Then she retreats to her room with Loki without giving me any more instructions.
She’s been friendly, but distant today. Did I make things awkward between us by asking her such personal questions yesterday? Probably.
While I wait for June to get here, I clean the litter box and detail out the Tesla. Just as I look out the front window, a black SUV pulls into the circle drive, and June hops out of the back seat.
We need to get her driver’s license renewed.
She slowly walks toward the front door in her ripped jeans and floral sleeveless top while pulling her hair into a ponytail. I’m unfamiliar with the feeling I get from watching her. It’s something between excitement and an urgent need to press my mouth against hers.
Before her finger reaches the doorbell, I open the door.
“Hi,” she bites her bottom lip, but that’s now my job, so I pull her into my body, and do just that.
June giggles when I don’t let go. “I”—she pulls her lip free—“don’t think we’re supposed to be making out while you’re on the clock. Where are Rupert and Callie?”
I close the door behind us as she slips off her Birkenstocks. “I don’t know where Rupert is, but Callie is in her bedroom, so there’s no one to see us making out. And how do you always get a black SUV as a ride?” I grab her waist and pull her to me, sliding my hands to her ass.
“Good question.” She shrugs, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me.
I walk her backwards toward the kitchen, keeping our mouths fused despite her weak attempt to look behind her to see where we’re going. Just outside the kitchen, there’s a half-bath under the stairs. I pull her into it and slide the pocket door shut.
“What are we doing?” she whispers.
