Page 39 of Two of a Kind
“Don’t be ridiculous. The guest roomissmall, and the bathroom is woefully out of date, but I’ll make the best of it. If Charles doesn’t come to his senses, we can find something more suitable.”
We?There would be no “we” about it. This washerhouse.
Kayla loved her mother, but there was not a chance in hell she could live with her again; at least one of them wouldn’t survive it. As it was, Kayla was already considering the pros and cons of setting up a cot in the supply closet at the office. It would be a tight fit, but she could make it work.
Before she could say anything else, the doorbell rang.
“Are you expecting someone, Kayla?” Patricia asked. “I hope it’s not that Neanderthal again.”
“What Neanderthal?”
“The one who came by when you went to the grocery store for proper fresh produce. Dirk, Dan—something like that.”
The doorbell rang again. Shit, it was Thursday again, wasn’t it?
“Dax?”
“Yes, that’s it. Dax. He looked like a gym rat.”
“He’s a personal fitness trainer.”
Patricia’s nose scrunched up in disgust. “Pretty, but all brawn and no brains. Probably doesn’t even have a portfolio. He’s entirely unsuitable, Kayla.”
“Good thing you’re not the one seeing him, then.”
“Kayla Rose, I don’t think I like your tone.”
A loud knock replaced the chime of the doorbell. “Kayla, I know you’re in there.”
Kayla’s heart dropped down into her stomach. That wasn’t Dax’s voice.
He didn’t. Hewouldn’t.
“Kayla, who is that?”
“Uh, no one. A neighbor. Probably just wants his hedge trimmers back. One sec.”
Kayla hurried to the door. Instead of letting Spencer in, she closed the door behind her and dragged him to the side of the house where they couldn’t be seen by Patricia’s curious eyes.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed.
“That’s the second time you’ve greeted me that way. What happened toHello, Spencer? OrPlease, come in, Spencer?”
This was no time for him to be charming. He had no idea the danger he was in.
“It’s not a good time.”
His eyes narrowed. “When is a good time, Kayla? You haven’t been returning my calls.”
“I didn’t see the point.”
“The point is, we need to talk.”
“About what? Were you looking for someone to make your honeymoon travel arrangements? Or did you just want to accuse me of sleeping with you for personal gain again?”
“That’s what I want to talk to you about.”
“Your engagement or your accusations?”
