“Huh?” He looks at me this time as I nudge his leg.
“That was the door.”
“The door?”
“Yes. Someone’s knocking on your door,” I say.
And there it is. Another knock, harder this time.
I panic and pull my finger out of him.
Bang, bang, bang.
“Ah, fuck. Thatisthe door,” he says, clambering to his feet.
I watch him pull on clothes frantically as I dash to the bathroom to wash my hands. I’m still in my night clothes but since we both know there’s a good chance it’s one of the guys, I can’t be found here.
“Wait here,” he says. He kisses me gently on the lips before dashing out of the room, closing his bedroom door behind him.
And the next voice I hear is my brother’s.
My heart sinks right down to my ass. Fuck. My shoes are out in the hallway, and I get that my brother isn’t all that observant, but still. There is a chance of him noticing them.
How foolish of me. What was I thinking coming over here and staying the night? All it takes is for someone to see me for this whole situation to blow up in our faces. What if Mike catches me here, inside Johnny’s apartment? He’ll kill us both.
“What’s going on, bud?” someone asks. I think it’s Parker Fforde.
“I was sleeping,” Johnny says.
“Like hell you were. You’ve got company, right?” Hutch’s voice rings out.
I bet the whole team is outside Johnny’s apartment right now. What if they come in and more than one of them needs to use the bathroom at the same time, and someone opts to wander in here to use the adjoining bathroom?
“Nah, I told you I was sleeping.”
Can they smell sex in the air? Will they know?
“Then whose scarf is that?”
That’s my brother’s voice.
I have to clamp my hand over my mouth to stop myself from yelping. Of all the things he doesn’t notice—why the hell would he notice that? Would he guess it’s mine?
I take a breath and pace the space between Johnny’s bed and his wardrobe. Okay, this is Mike we’re talking about. He wouldn’t pick it out as my scarf, would he? Has he even seen me wearing it before? Probably not, actually. But my jacket is out there somewhere, and he may recognise that.
“Okay, so I had a girl over,” Johnny says. “She must have left a scarf. It’s no big deal. You guys have hook-ups over all the time.”
There’s a moment of silence before Johnny speaks again. His tone is firm and authoritative this time. “Anyway, what’s up? Because I’m sure as hell not wanting to spend my downtime standing here.”
“Fancy some breakfast?” Hutch asks.
“Wait—what? You had a girl over?” my brother asks. “Who?”
I listen hard for Johnny’s reply.
“Just some girl. One time thing. Nothing special.”
It’s completely ridiculous, but my heart pangs in my chest.