Page 37
Ten.
Twenty.
Nothing.
I shift onto my back and stare at the ceiling. My body is dead, but my brain, apparently, has decided now is a great time to replay the last ten minutes or so.
Delaney in my doorway.
Bare feet.
Messy hair.
North Pines across her chest.
No.
I roll onto my side.
Bad choice.
Now I’m facing the hallway. Her door is maybe fifteen feet away.
I close my eyes again.
Baby Becks. Except there was nothing particularly baby about the woman standing in my bedroom tonight.
My eyes open.
Fuck me.
I punch the pillow into a better position.
This is Beckett’s fault. He’s the one who didn’t answer his damn phone.
Actually, no. It’s Wilder House’s fault. Who offers someone housing and then forgets about the housing? I’m blaming publishing. It’s much safer that way.
I let my head fall back. This isn’t my problem; I can’t make it my problem.
Delaney will find an apartment. She’ll move out. Darcy will go with her, and my place will go back to normal.
No cat.
No brown-haired girl sleeping across the hall.
No romance books littering my coffee table.
Exactly the way I like it.
I close my eyes.
For some reason, the thought doesn’t help me sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
BISHOP
I’m halfway through my protein shake when I realize I’m being watched. I look over to find Darcy sitting on the kitchen island, staring at me.
