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I get no other text from JC, but I realize I need to delete the previous texts before Noah sees them. Not that he would snoop on my phone but to be safe. I delete them and climb back into bed. It’s where Noah finds me when he gets home at noon.
“Sweetie, wake up? Are you sick?”
“No,” I mumble.
“What time did you get home last night?”
I’m seriously not in the mood to talk, but I answer him.
“Two. How’s Rory?”
“She’s banged up, but okay. Where’s Lucian? Did he leave yet?”
“No. He’s with Megan.”
“Megan?”
I roll over on my back. “Noah, he likes her.”
Noah raises his eyebrows. “Are you telling me he went home with her?”
“Yep. I’m sure they had a very active night.”
“I’m going to have a talk with that boy.”
“You certainly will not. Just because you don’t like her doesn’t mean you need to badmouth her to Lucian.”
“But she’s your sister.”
“So? Big deal. Leave them be; they make a good match.”
“That’s your opinion.”
“You just got home. Is this the conversation you want to have?”
He looks down at me. “No. I missed you.”
“Then kiss me.”
Noah pushes his lips against mine, and I twirl my fingers into his hair. As we kiss, I get the distinct scent of perfume on him and it’s not mine. My stomach starts to tighten, and I push him away.
“What’s the matter?”
“I’m not feeling well. I don’t want to get you sick.”
He wrinkles his nose. “Thanks for letting me know.”
He backs away from the bed and starts to undress, leaving his clothes in a heap by the closet. After I hear the clang of the glass shower doors, I race out of bed and pick up his shirt to smell it. It’s rich with perfume; even his pants have the faint odor. The most worrisome part is that his boxers have the same scent.
How much perfume would someone have to wear for it to permeate right down to underwear? This is a familiar scent to me since I smelled it on Vivian when she was here with Rory. Maybe I’m overreacting, but it’s very suspicious. My mind starts going in a bunch of directions and none of them good. Did he fuck Vivian? The shower turns off and I quickly slip back into bed. The last thing I want is to argue with Noah.
“Are you getting up?” he says as he exits the bathroom.
“In a minute. I couldn’t fall asleep this morning.”
“I’m sorry I was away.” he kisses me on the cheek and pulls on a pair of shorts and a tank top. His phone starts to chime, and he fumbles around the clothing he dropped on the floor to find it.
“Yes, hello. I got home a little while ago. How’s Rory?”
