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“Hex will be around keeping an eye on you, then Dare will be out here. According to Aubrey, the guy is a creep though, so stay alert.”
She nods. “I’ll bring pepper spray just in case.”
“Yeah, bring it, but try not to use it. Put your hair up so you’re less likely to leave any behind.” I lift the lid on my center console and grab the signal jammer. “Keep this in your purse, and make sure it’s turned on when you get in the car with him so he can’t text anyone about being with you.”
“Got it,” she says, taking the handheld device and shoving it in her bag.
“Good. Any questions?”
“How was Paris?”
I look over at her, cocking an eyebrow. Not the kind of question I meant, but she knows that. “Cold.”
She cracks a smile, absently reaching back and playing with her ponytail. “Yeah, you’ll have that when you go this time of year. I prefer springtime.”
The part of this drive I needed her to focus on is over and I don’t feel like talking, so I turn on some music.
Sloane knows how to take a hint.
I feel her gaze linger on me for a moment and I get the feeling she’d rather talk than listen to music, but she doesn’t say so. She looks away, watching out the window as we head back to campus.
I drop Sloane off at her car, then head back home.
Something smells good when I walk inside. I inhale and glance in the kitchen looking for the source, and I find a slow cooker I didn’t even know I had set up on the counter.
“Whatever that is, I can’t wait to eat it.”
Brynn is lying on her side on a yoga mat she put down in the living room. She flashes me a warm smile. “I can’t wait for you to eat it. It’s vegetarian pot roast, and I know you’re probably like, ‘what? How can you make pot roast a vegetarian dish?’ but you can, and it’s delicious. You’ll want to marry me—or at least take me up on that offer to be your replacement housekeeper.”
I crack a smile, walking closer and watching as she lifts her leg up and down in a slow, steady motion. Since she’s lying on her side, her tits are pressed together, and all she’s wearing is a pale purple workout bra and matching shorts.
“Don’t watch me work out,” she says a bit self-consciously. “It’s weird.”
“Is it?” I murmur.
She nods, finishing up her reps on that side, then shifting positions and putting her back to me so she can repeat the motion on the other side.
My gaze travels down the length of her mostly exposed back, dips in at her waist, and settles on her ass.
The way her shorts hug her ass, she should have known better than to work out where I’d be able to see her.
“Are you almost done?” I ask her.
“About halfway, then I need to cool down and stretch.”
I’ll help her stretch, all right.
I put her things down on the center island, then I walk over and drop down on the floor behind her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, rolling to her tummy and then pushing up on all fours.
“What am I doing? You’re the one posing like that in my living room like there won’t be consequences.”
She looks back at me, smiling faintly, when I come up behind her and grab her hips. “I need ten more minutes.”
I run a hand over her ass. “Sorry. Time’s up.”
“Killian,” she says on a sigh, but I can hear the change in her voice, hear her wanting to give in even before I slide my hand down and rub her pussy through the fabric.
