“And took you to his,” Tate noted.
“Yep.”
“How was it?”
“Incredible.”
“And you’re still smiling today, so that’s good.”
“I kinda stole his car so I could get to work.” She lifted one foot, showing him she was still wearing her slippers because she didn’t have shoes. Luckily, she kept a spare pair of yoga pants, a sports bra, and a sweater in the store for the rare times she needed them for an actual yoga class. “He came by.”
“And...?”
Reilly shrugged. She wasn’t ready to talk about it. Not until she knew for sure where things were going with Brady. Based on their conversation earlier, she got the feeling this was moving even faster than she’d hoped for. She certainly wasn’t opposed to it because she’d been in love with the man for so long, it felt like they’d been doing this dance for ages.
But Brady still had to talk to Donovan, so until that happened, she was going to keep the details to herself. No sense getting too excited if Brady didn’t follow through.
“Brady’s happy. I’m happy…” She shrugged and paused for a beat before adding, “And then Donovan showed up.”
Tate tried to play it off, but she saw right through him.
“Showed up lookin’ for you,” she clarified, raising her eyebrows, letting Tate know she had a lot of questions.
His head snapped toward her. “Me?”
“Filler words won’t work on me, and you know it.”
“What?”
“Stop playin’ dumb. He came in lookin’ for you. If you want my opinion, he didn’t look happy.” When he didn’t say anything, she tacked on, “Did somethin’ happen?” Reilly held up a hand. “Good gravy, donotgive me specifics about last night. I mean … this mornin’?”
“I don’t know,” Tate said, chewing on his lower lip as he diverted his gaze. “Donovan was asleep in my bed when I left.”
“Youlefthim there?”
Tate nodded. “Up and out the door in record time.”
That explained the ugly sweater. It had been in the living room from when they pulled them out while decorating the Christmas tree weeks ago. He likely grabbed it before he ran out.
“Where’d you go?”
“For a drive.”
Reilly waited for more. There had to be more.
“I didn’t want to watch him walk away, okay?” Tate said softly. “I figured it’d be best if I wasn’t there. That way, it wasn’t weird for him.”
Andthatcertainly explained the forlorn expression on her brother’s face earlier. He was out of sorts. Why wouldn’t he be? She sincerely doubted that had ever happened to Donovan before. He was the one who walked away, never in reverse.
“So what now?”
Tate wouldn’t look at her. “I don’t know.”
“Based on earlier, I think he’s gonna track you down,” she warned him. “Are you gonna talk to him if he does?”
A small smile formed on Tate’s mouth, but it seemed bittersweet. “Maybe.”
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