Page 28 of Legacy

Then Callum Ashford wrapped his arms around Fiona, and they both moaned into one another. He picked her up at the waist, set her on the bakery counter, and slid deep inside her. Eyes wide, I watched as he fucked her on the bakery counter, his fingers still wet from my cunt.

My eyes shot open, and I sat straight up on the bed, chest heaving.

“What is wrong with you?” I asked before I rubbed my hands over my face.

I looked down at myself and realized that I had shoved my panties off in my sleep, and they were bunched at my ankles, with my blanket in disarray along my lap, and I was pretty sure I hadn’t even gotten off in my sleep.

No, even Dream Callum decided I wasn’t for him.

And while I knew with one hundred percent certainty that he would never be with Fiona, the fact that it was her in my dreams just made the entire thing a nightmare.

I shuddered, kicked off my panties, and got out of bed. I tossed my pajama bottoms that had fallen on the floor, as well as my panties, into the hamper and then stripped my sheets. I might as well make my bed and be the good little flower that I was and do a whole spring cleaning.

I could already hear my parents out in the kitchen, getting ready for their day, and I was grateful that I’d had the fan on full blast so they wouldn’t have been able to hear me in case I had moaned in my sleep. I knew that I had an issue. A big issue. And I needed to move out of this house. The fact that I was over here having sex dreams about my brother’s best friend while my parents were on the other side of the house just told me that it was time for me to put one step forward and use my savings account for good.

While I could use a roommate, finding a roommate in Ashford Creek was easier said than done. All of my friends from school had either moved on or gotten married and stayed, so I couldn’t find someone here for that. However, I had a good job, a decent savings account since I was blessed with a family that had helped me throughout school, and determination.

I rolled my shoulders back, knowing that that stupid sex dream was just a reaction to my own epidemic.

I was only slightly lonely. I needed to settle down in my hometown, make friends, find someone that was mine, and move on with my life.

I could do all of that. I knew it. I wasn’t that socially stunted.

But I also knew if I didn’t get started soon, I would just be stuck in this house until I was thirty, and nobody would see me for who I was.

I didn’t want to be the baby Carter sister anymore. I had a college degree and a full-time job. It was time for me to finally move out of my parents’ home.

Despite the fact that I knew both of my parents would rather I stay their little girl forever. They liked me as their roommate; I knew that. We were a good team and made things work. But I truly needed a different way to work on things.

I tossed everything into the corner and jumped into the shower so I could get ready for the day. I had a full plate, including an orientation, a new client, and lunch with a friend.

Look at me, making friends.

I showered quickly, not bothering to wash my hair since it wasn’t wash day, and got ready while humming to myself, trying to formulate a plan for the rest of the month. I loved living with my parents. I loved being near my family, although Atlas needed to visit more. I just needed some space of my own. A girl didn’t ask for much.

With a laugh, I pulled on cute slacks and a flowy blouse since we weren’t too formal at work and dropped everything off into the washer.

“Is that my baby girl I hear!?”

“That’s me! I have a little bit till I have to head into work, so I’m going to wash my sheets on the quick cycle.”

“Do it on permanent press and hot. I’ll slide it into the dryer and into your room later. Coming home to a bed you have to make is probably the worst thing ever.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s really okay. I can handle it.”

“That’s what roommates are for.” Mom leaned down and kissed my cheek, and that sliver of guilt crept in. Because I did my parents’ laundry when I could as well. It was just easy to put a few of their things into my load. We really were a good team.

But I needed space. And I wasn’t quite sure how to continue to broach that subject.

So I didn’t. Yet.

“Seriously, stop stressing. You’re on dinner duty tonight anyway.” Dad kissed the top of my head, and I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Thank you. I’ll go fix the washer.” I set the correct cycle and quickly picked up my favorite bread to make toast and cut up an avocado and tomato.

“I can make you a decent breakfast.”

I pointed down at the two vegetables with my knife. “This is healthy. I’m doing just fine, Mom. Please stop. I lived on my own for four years and did just fine.”

My mom pursed her lips. “I just don’t like thinking about you and those girls.”