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When he left my home early the next morning, I was pleased my name was the only one he’d cried throughout the night.
Suck on that, Cavill.
23
SCOTTIE
“Where are you going?” Jay popped up behind me, almost giving me a heart attack. Dammit, he’d been in a strange mood today. He’d actually cleaned the whole house. Voluntarily. Finally, he’d collapsed in front of the TV. I’d thought he was preoccupied with his video game and wouldn’t catch me sneaking out.
Letting out a deep breath, I turned around. “Nowhere you’d be interested in.”
“You’ll be more specific. Don’t think that’ll give me directions in Google Maps.”
I rolled my eyes. “If you must know, I’m going to Ikea.”
“What are you getting?”
Had he always been this nosy? “Grabbing a few things—curtains, bed linens, towels.”
“We need those?”
“Not us.”
He nodded slowly. “I see. Mr. Anonymous Lover. Why don’t I tag along and help you to pick stuff out?”
I snorted. “Given your taste before I moved in? No thanks, but sure, you can come along and push the shopping cart.”
He sighed dramatically. “I knew you only liked me for my muscles.”
Too bad his father had more developed ones.
What harm could it do to let Jay tag along? Later I would be with Griff, leaving Jay to entertain himself for the weekend, so I might as well spend some time with him now. He’d been so clingy over the past few days. I felt it had to do with his father, though god forbid I should mention that might be his problem. He would snap my head off.
He insisted on driving, so we took his car. The mechanic had done an amazing job with it. If I hadn’t known about his accident, I would never have thought he’d been involved in one.
At the Ikea store, he parked, and we got out of the car. Cold air swept around us, and I zipped up my hoodie. A little too late, given the way my nipples chafed against my shirt.
“Why don’t we go clubbing tonight?” Jay asked. He held the door open for me, and I ducked under his arm. “You can even invite your guy. How old is he, by the way?”
“A little older.”
“Like, how much older? Five years?”
“Older.”
“Not ten years?”
“Not quite.” I grabbed a shopping cart from the corral and pushed it down the first aisle. David was older than me, so me dating an older man shouldn’t be new to him. Although it was quite a leap from seven years to almost twenty.
Hmm, how old was Griff exactly? When was his birthday? How could none of that have come up with all the time we’d spent together lately?
“What do you mean not quite?” Jay took the shopping cart from me. “Older than ten years?”
“More like twenty.”
Jay made a sound in his throat full of shock. While he digested my news, I went through some curtains that had matching cushions.
“Ah, I like this.” I took down a dark green-and-white curtain and showed him. The patterns reminded me of tree branches. “What do you think?”
