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I step in, and Baxter places our drinks on a table in the corner. He turns and shakes his head.
“I’m sorry.”
Panic races through me. I don’t want him to know I snore, if I do snore. My God, I snore, I know I do.
“Did you know we would be sleeping together?”
“No, I had no idea. They have enough rooms, but my parents, they don’t like to sleep together.”
“That’s odd, I mean, if we were married I’d be—” I blow out a breath before moving to the table to grab my mojito. I slam it back like it’s water on a hot summer day.
Baxter chuckles and pulls a pair of slacks from the closet. I crane my neck, seeing my clothes hanging beside his.
“Why are my clothes in there?”
Baxter shrugs. “David always unpacks for me.”
“Oh God, my underwear.”
Baxter lifts his brows, and the corners of his lips tilt up.
Panic fills me. “Shut up.” I roll my eyes and stomp into the bathroom then turn back to face him. “Good Lord, I need my clothes.”
“Do you want me to step out into the hall?”
I was being ridiculous. I hadn’t seen Baxter in years, and we weren’t dating. After one week, I would never see him again. He didn’t like me, not in that way. I had nothing to worry about.
“No, you don’t have to step into the hall, but face the other way so I can grab my underwear and put it somewhere else.”
Baxter's chuckle turns to full-blown laughter. My face heats as I open the dresser drawer and see my pale pink, black, and cream underwear mixed in with his boxer briefs. Then realization dawns. The naughty lingerie which had been sitting in my suitcase was somewhere. Horror washes over me and my brain buzzes.
“Are you okay?” Baxter is facing me, his arm outstretched. I shove the underwear into the drawer and let out a squeak. Baxter grabs my arm and pulls me to him. “Heather, what’s wrong?”
I shake my head and my face heats. “Nothing.”
“Something is wrong, I can see it on your face. Tell me, maybe I can help.”
A bark of laughter escapes. He pulls me close which makes it worse.
“I want to help you.”
“You’ve always wanted to help me, but you missed the—never mind.”
Baxter pulls away and narrows his gaze. “What?”
“Nothing. Forget I said anything. Like really.”
He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong, but you made a weird noise then looked like you were about to pass out.”
I draw in a shaky breath. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Tell me.”
I shake my head. I can’t tell him. It’s impossible.
“Please.”
My breath comes out in a whoosh. “I had no clue anyone would unpack my things.”
