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Then I laugh out loud.
I just got a week off, and sure, Ronan said he was serious, but is he? I’m ready to jaunt off to a strange city with a man I hardly know.
A man I trust completely and implicitly.
What a strange life I lead.
If I don’t hear from Ronan today, I’ll simply call Trish back and say that my plans fell through. Not a big deal—
I jump at a knock at my door. Who the hell? On a Sunday morning?
I’m wearing shorty pajamas—pink and white. I walk to the door in my bare feet and look through my peephole.
I gasp.
Ronan O’Connor stands there.
“Ronan?” I say through the door.
He holds up a white paper bag. “I brought bagels.”
I unhook my chain, unlock my deadbolt, and open the door. “What are you doing here?”
He walks in without an invitation. “Bringing bagels. Did you have breakfast yet?”
“No, but why are you—”
“I told you I would call first thing in the morning about our trip to New Orleans. I upgraded that to an in-person call with breakfast. Did you work it out?”
Suddenly, I’m feeling shy. My cheeks warm, and part of me doesn’t want to tell Ronan that I worked it out. I feel like I’m being too bold.
I am still a submissive at heart, after all.
“Well?” he asks.
“My boss gave me the week.” Then I add quickly, “But I realize we won’t be gone for a whole week.”
He looks me up and down. “Maybe we will. Who knows?”
Very strange from someone who has said he likes being in control.
“So…when are we leaving?”
“This afternoon.”
Didn’t he say he wanted to take me out tonight? I guess this is taking me out, all right. I look around my apartment, at my bed, my pot of coffee that’s almost done brewing. “That doesn’t give me a lot of time to pack.”
He shrugs. “Who says you need to pack? We can get everything you need once we land.”
I shake my head, chuckling.
“Something funny?”
“It’s just…you’re being very whimsical for someone who likes to be in control of everything.”
He places the bag and cupholder on my small table, takes a seat on my futon, and puts his feet up on the steamer trunk I use for a coffee table. “Whimsical? I don’t think anyone’s ever used that word to describe me.”
“What else would you call it? You invited a woman you barely know to go to your hometown out of state. Now you’re saying we don’t even need to pack.”
