Page 139 of Huckleberry Hill
“We’ll get you some clothes,” he promised. “And some hot boots.”
“We better be careful,” I whispered. “We don’t want anyone walking in while we’re flirting with each other.”
“We’re at the beginning of a relationship. If we can’t flirt now, how are we supposed to cement it for years to come?”
“Valid question, Declan.” I stood on my toes and kissed him again. “Get out of here. And walk away from me. Slowly. I want to enjoy the view.”
“Your wish is my command, ma’am.” He pretended to doff his hat and then he turned and with an exaggerated swagger, walked away from me.
The front door closed, and I was alone.
With a deep breath, I went up the stairs to my bedroom. My cell phone was on my nightstand. I swiped it and immediately went into my closet. Even though my relationship was out in the open now, I didn’t want my dad to accidentally hear anything I said through the walls. Especially anything sexual.
I groaned in embarrassment when I remembered that he’d seen me with sex-hair.
“Don’t think about it,” I muttered aloud.
I turned on the closet light and closed the door. And then I dialed Salem.
“We’re on our second bottle of Prosecco,” she said in lieu of greeting.
“Oh, that’s fun,” I said. “Boozy brunch at the apartment?”
“Yep,” Salem said. “None of us wanted to get dressed. Wyn cooked.”
“Reluctantly,” Wyn called out.
“Hang on, let me put you on speaker. Okay, can you hear me?”
She was a bit echoey, but I could hear her. “Yep.”
“Hey, lady,” Poet said.
“How are you doing?” Wyn asked.
“I’m good.” I cleared my throat. “Really good, actually.”
“Mood stabilizer?” Wyn joked.
“Yeah, in the name of Declan,” Salem quipped.
“Guys, let her talk,” Poet said with a laugh.
When I stopped chuckling, I said, “So do you want the good news or the bad news first?”
“Bad,” Salem said.
“Yeah, bad,” Wyn agreed.
“No, good,” Poet stated.
“You’re outnumbered,” Salem said. “Sorry, Poet. Go on, Hadley, what’s up?”
I swallowed and felt my heart leap into my throat. “I’m not coming back to New York.”
There was silence on the other end of the phone followed by Wyn saying, “We know. We already started packing up your stuff.”
“What?” I asked in shock. “You can’t be serious!”
