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I was being tugged into unconsciousness. Flynn kissed my forehead and then was gone.
Chapter 25
“This has to stop happening,” I muttered, throwing an arm over my eyes.
“What?”
“Me waking up in your bed feeling crappy.” I heard Flynn’s rumble of laughter beside me. Removing my arm, I squinted at him, wondering how he looked perfect after a night of drinking scotch—I felt like I’d swallowed rocks, moss, and tree bark.
“You’re about half Malcolm’s size, Barrett. What did you think would happen?”
“At least I didn’t throw up,” I said. “Right?”
He sighed.
“Shit. I threw up? I don’t even remember it.”
“It’s better that you don’t. Here,” he said, reaching for the glass of water on the bedside table. He handed it to me and I drank greedily.
“Thanks,” I said, setting it aside and then leaning back against the pillows. “So, what did you and Malcolm talk about after I left?”
Flynn rubbed his stubbly jaw. “You.”
“Me?”
He nodded. “We also talked about business—opening another hotel in London.”
“There’s not a Rex Hotel in London?” I asked in surprise.
“Not yet.”
“Huh.”
“Would you go?”
“Go?” I threw my legs over the side of the bed and skimmed my tongue along my teeth. I was in desperate need of a toothbrush. And Advil.
“To London. With me?”
I’d made it to the doorway of the bathroom. I turned slowly, gripping the wall to steady myself, not knowing if it was my hangover or his question that had me wobbly.
“Say again?” I asked.
“Would you come to London with me while I opened the new hotel?”
“When? When would this happen?” I asked.
“Next spring.”
“But my job—I was thinking of going back to work next semester.”
He stared at me. “There are a few prestigious English universities that I’m sure would be glad to have you and your skills.”
I thought of Oxford and Cambridge. I was American; it would be difficult to get a job right away at one of those universities. But then I thought of what Flynn had done for me, ensuring that my job at Columbia was waiting for me if I wanted to go back. Would it be wrong to ask him to pull some strings again? To live and work in London, a place steeped in history!
And I’d be with Flynn.
I knew my answer.
