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I push him away. “Go clean the kitchen while I…” I circle my face. “Unghost myself.”
“Unghost?” He shakes his head before kissing my nose and backing out of the bathroom.
I scrub my face until it’s pink, but my hair is a lost cause. I gather my curls into a messy bun. “It’ll have to do,” I murmur as I study my reflection in the mirror.
When I walk into the kitchen, Flynn is drying the counter.
“How did you clean this fast?”
He winks. “I had lots of practice when I lived with your family.”
I wag my finger at him. “You can’t blame me entirely. Weston was the one who dropped the jar of pasta sauce.”
He groans. “There was pasta sauce everywhere. Even on the ceiling.”
I giggle. “Mom made him paint it. He had paint in his hair for weeks.”
“And then you used the blender and didn’t put the lid on it.”
“I did put the lid on it! I didn’t realize it hadn’t clicked in place.”
“There was grape juice everywhere.”
“Grape juice stains are impossible to get out.”
“What made you put grape juice in a smoothie anyway?”
I shrug. “Who knows? I probably thought it would make my boobs bigger. I was thirteen, remember?”
He finishes the counter and throws the sponge in the garbage. I notice the remains are in there as well. The chicken I understand but the rest?
“Why’d you throw the green beans away? I didn’t ruin those yet.”
“You boiled them until they turned into mush.”
My nose wrinkles. “Green beans aren’t supposed to be mushy? Don’t the English eat them mushy?”
“You’re thinking of mushy peas, which are gross.”
“You’ve been to England? When?” How did Flynn go to England without me knowing? Sure, I didn’t live on Smuggler’s Hideaway for a decade, but I was dialed into island gossip all the same. Even theSmuggler’s Gazettehas an app.
Flynn wraps an arm around my waist and hauls me near. “I haven’t been to England, Soph. How could I go anywhere without my little temptress?”
“You’d go to England with me?”
“I’d go anywhere with you.”
I scowl. “Except a public beach on Smuggler’s Hideaway.”
He sighs.
“I’m sorry.” I immediately backpedal. “I’ll stop bringing up the whole dirty little secret thing. But not forever.”
He lays his forehead against mine. “I will tell Weston and your dad. I just need time.”
I need to let it go or I’ll end up ruining our relationship before it can begin. I need to trust Flynn to keep his word. He won’t keep us a secret forever.
“But whatever will we do in the meantime?” I bat my eyelashes at him. “We’re stuck in this house together and we can’t go anywhere.”
