Page 47 of Summer Affair

Andrea took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm. “You haven’t picked up after yourself, you’ve eaten everything in the house without offering to replace it, you’ve broken things that mean a lot to me, and you’ve turned this place into a pig pen. I can’t even spend time with…someone special because you’re always here, taking up space and making noise all night. I work early in the morning and the lack of sleep is starting to affect my job.”

Amy’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, Andrea saw a hint of guilt. “I didn’t realize…”

“Well, now you do,” Andrea said, her tone a little rough. After all, how could her sister not see what she’d done to the house? Andrea may not be the cleanest person alive, but she had always kept the house clean enough that she didn’t trip over things. Now, even walking from one room to the next was a task.

She knew Amy had a staff to clean up her own home and run errands such as grocery shopping. Still, they had grown up doing chores and cleaning up after themselves. Amy knew how to clean up after herself. She just refused to do it now.

“I know you’re going through a tough time, but we need to find a balance. I’m happy to help you, but you have to respect my space and my life too.”

Amy looked down at her hands, silent for a moment. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things harder for you. It’s just…I’m not ready to deal with the next steps with Brad.”

“From all the calls he’s made to you, I’d say he’s ready to deal with the next steps. You should call him or, better yet, get dressed and go meet him somewhere public,” she suggested. She knew that if her sister left the house, she’d feel better. Hell, at this point, even a shower and clean clothes would make Amy feel more alive.

As if he knew they were talking about him, Amy’s phone screen lit up with a picture of Brad.

“Take it,” Andrea said, picking up the phone and handing it to Amy. “You never know, maybe he’s ready for a change too?”

Amy sighed heavily and then answered the call while Andrea started picking up around the room. By the time the room was halfway cleaned, Amy was in the shower getting ready to go meet Brad.

Score one for her, she thought as she moved to the next room. If all went well, she could text Dean and have him come over for dinner or maybe a sunset walk on the beach.

The moment Amy waltzed out the door, dressed in the expensive dress from the night she showed up at her door, Andrea texted Dean and asked him to come over for dinner.

“I’m leaving work now. I can grab us two meals to go here if you want?”

“Sounds good. You know what I like it,” she replied with a smile. After hanging up, she rushed around and finished cleaning up her sister’s messes.

By the time Dean walked into her house, everything was back in order and she’d changed into a sexy pair of silk shorts and a practically see-through tank top that she hoped would make him forget all about the meals that he’d brought. At least until way later.

The sex they had the moment she shut the door behind him was some of the best in her life. She didn’t remember who made the first move nor did it matter once their naked bodies were tangled on the rug just inside her doorway.

“That was…” Dean sighed.

“Fucking amazing,” she finished for him.

He chuckled, his chest rising slightly under her head. Her hair was pooled over his chest and, for just a moment, she closed her eyes and silently wished for more evenings like this.

“I think I have rug burns in places I’ve never had them before.” He laughed.

She lifted up to rest her chin on his chest and looked down at him. “I can rub some lotion on them later.” He brushed a strand of her hair away and kissed her. “I’d spend the rest of the night right here, but I’m starving.”

She felt his stomach growl and rolled off him to find her clothes.

Since there was a light rain falling, they sat on her sofa and watched the news while they ate.

Almost an hour after Dean arrived, she received a text from her sister saying she wouldn’t be back that night.

Which meant Dean could stay as long as she wanted him to. The good news had her sliding over and enjoying him once more.

After, they made their way into her bedroom for another round of fast and furious sex that caused her toes to curl with pleasure. Then they fell fast asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning, as Dean drove them to River Camp, she wondered if it would be too weird to invite him to stay with her again that night. Or the next night. The one after that?

The car was filled with the soft hum of the radio, playing a mellow tune that was one of her favorites. She glanced over at Dean, wondering how she knew that it was one of his favorite songs too. When had she learned so much about him? Sure, they’d known each other, well, forever, she supposed. Throughout school, she’d watched him like a hawk. She knew all about the sports he loved. What classes he had liked the most. Every job he’d had growing up. When he’d moved into the small apartment he still lived in. The cars he’d driven. The kind of music and movies he liked. Everything.

Did he know that much about her?

“I can’t believe we both ended up working here,” Dean said, breaking the comfortable silence.