Page 66 of Out on a Limb
I looked down at my bandaged boobies. “Sexy.”
“You don’t always get to be sexy.” Andrew wadded up the paper from the bandages and tossed it into the small trash can under the counter.
I let the fabric of his shirt drop down. “Does that mean you usually think I’m sexy?” I was fishing, but the clock was ticking.
Technically my time was already up. Tomorrow started at midnight, but it wasn’t quite morning yet.
And mornings were when fresh starts happened.
Not at three AM.
Andrew reached one hand my way. “Come on.”
I took his offered hand, letting him pull me down from the counter. “Where are we going?”
“To sleep.”
I’d spent enough time with Andrew to know he meant exactly what he said.
Which meant I didn’t read anything into the fact that his hand stayed in mine as we walked down the hall. “I’m sorry I ruined your night.”
“Who said my night was ruined?” Andrew switched on the light in the room at the end of the hall. He tipped his head toward the large bed dominating the space. “Lay down and get some rest. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
I didn’t really want to think about tomorrow, but I was interested to see why he thought it was going to be a big day. “Why is it going to be a big day?”
He stood at the door, making it clear any resting I did would be accomplished all by myself. “Tomorrow we’re going to fuck Alan’s whole world up.”
Chapter Fourteen
Andrew
I STARED AT the ceiling, waiting for the alarm in my room to go off.
I hadn’t been able to do more than doze as I worked my way through the list of problems lined up in front of me.
After almost three hours I’d come to the conclusion that all I could do was tackle them one at a time.
And I might as well start now.
I pushed up from the sofa I’d spent less than three hours on, and headed straight for the coffee maker, filling it up with grounds before setting it to start brewing. While it dripped out the liquid gold that might take the edge off what was going to be one hell of a long day, I went to the bathroom and stripped naked, tossing my clothes in the hamper before climbing into the shower and scrubbing down. I switched off the water and snagged my towel, drying off as I whipped open the curtain and stepped out onto the thick mat. I finger-combed my hair as I brushed my teeth. By the time I was done, there were less than five minutes before my alarm was set to start blaring.
I wrapped the towel around my waist before quietly opening the door, intending to sneak into the room where Collette was tucked into my bed.
But Collette wasn’t tucked into my bed.
She was standing in the hall, wearing nothing but the t-shirt I’d given her last night.
“Morning.” I tried to resist the urge to let my eyes work down the curve of her thighs.
Unsuccessfully.
“Morning.” Her voice was a little croaky. “I have to pee.”
“Sure.” I stepped out of the way, letting her go past me into the single bathroom that was the sole reason this place was in my price-range. It was one of the few older homes in the area, and the floorplan was definitely dated. Three bedrooms with only one bathroom was unheard of for most people.
Impossible to accept.
But I lived alone, so one bathroom was plenty.
