Page 50 of Daring the Hockey Player
I'd heard the creak,the floorboards groan, but I was sure it wasn't in my room. Hell, I'm not in my own room.
The memories of last night come flooding back, and I don't want to wake up. I want to sleep, be basked in another world of sweet dreams and fantasies that are warm and comforting. Not the cold, harsh reality that my apartment caught fire last night, and I'm crashing at my sister's fiancé's home.
But when I open my eyes, because I swear someone opened the curtains, I come face-to-face with Jasper.
Technically, he's hovering above my bed, and I'm lying with my head on the softest pillow imaginable, but he's staring at me unapologetically.
"Jasper, what are you doing in my bedroom?" I don't want to give him a free show of any kind, so I pull the blanket higher. Although I am wearing a T-shirt, I don't have my pajama bottoms on anymore. I was hot under the covers, and sometime during the early hours of the morning, I shucked them off to the floor.
"How about we talk over breakfast? Get dressed, and I'm buying."
I exhale a sigh. "Fine. Get out," I say and point at the door.
He hurries out of my bedroom and shuts the door. I wait a minute to make sure that he doesn't barrel back inside before climbing out of bed. I grab my flannel pajama bottoms from the floor and slip them back on.
I suppose I'm dressed. It's not like I have other clothes. I didn't pack for a trip. This isn't a vacation.
I reach for my phone on the bedside table and realize it's gone.
"Jasper!" I growl and thrust open the bedroom door. He's standing in the hallway, glancing at my phone. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing," he says. He shoves the phone in my hand and hurries down the stairs.
What the hell has gotten into him? I glance at my phone. Nothing weird or suspicious, but it is unlocked.
Wait. Did he use my face while I was sleeping to unlock my phone? Could he have seen me put my passcode in at the bar?
I head down the stairs after him, barefoot, and follow into the kitchen.
"I'm going to take Amber out to breakfast. Mind if I borrow your car?" Jasper asks his brother.
"Sure, and get her some clothes and shoes when you're out. Em mentioned that her shoes won't fit her sister and mine will be too big."
It's like I'm not even standing in the kitchen with the two of them talking around me.
"Shopping first, breakfast second. Got it," Jasper says.
"Breakfast first," I say, folding my arms across my chest. "I'm famished."
"Never argue with a woman," Kyler says.
Jasper leads me to the garage, and he grabs the keys to the Porsche. I climb into the front seat in my comfy pajamas. Although, it's a little chilly once he opens the garage, and a cold gust of wind assaults me. I shut the door and buckle my seatbelt.
"I know a cute little diner across town if that works for you," Jasper says.
"Are you buying?" I ask, glancing at him.
"My brother is," he says and shows me Kyler's credit card.
"Did you seriously steal that from Kyler?" My jaw drops, and I glance back at the garage door to the house, waiting for it to open and for him to yell at his younger brother for stealing from him.
"Nope, he gave it to me for emergencies, and seeing as how you only have the clothes on your back and no shoes, I'd consider this an emergency."
"I don't want a handout, Jasper. And it's your brother's money."
"Emerson was planning on taking you shopping today—"
"Yes, and I planned on paying for everything I buy."
