“I was comfortable,” Jeff grumbled. “This place doesn’t stay nearly warm enough at night. Come back to bed.”
My eyes snapped to his, narrowing in on the grin splashed across Jeff’s face. He was fucking with me.
“Look, I slept upstairs,” I pointed out. “Alone. But the bed sucks, and I woke up in extreme pain. I could barely walk!”
Declan nodded. “Oh, I’m sure.”
“And I hardly got any sleep,” I continued. “I was fucking tired as hell, so I shoved Jeff over and got in bed. On my side. Alone!”
Declan held up his hands in a placating gesture, completely bullshitting me. “Hey, I’m not judging what a man will do for a little shut-eye. Trust me, after long nights at the rescue, I’ve found myself in a compromising situation or two. Totally harmless, of course. But these things happen.”
“Right? It was innocent,” I argued.
“And I’m sure that’s what everyone will think,” he grinned. “Oh, and you need to move the house. It’s in the way.”
A flash went off, nearly blinding me, but it wasn’t so much the picture that concerned me as the maniacal chuckle that followed the man out of the tiny house.
“Well, there goes my reputation as a ladies’ man,” Jeff sighed, flopping back in bed. “Do you mind shutting the front door? All the cold air is coming in.”
“This is fucking ridiculous,” I muttered, stomping to the front door and slamming it shut. “This is my house. You’re not even supposed to be here!”
“Could be worse,” Jeff yawned.
“In what way?”
He blinked sleepily at me, then shrugged. “Too early to use my brain like that.”
My stomach rumbled in hunger, but there was no going anywhere for food until the house was moved.
“Get up. We need to move the house, and my car won’t tow this damn thing.”
“Do I have to?” he whined.
“Yes,” I snapped, tearing the covers from his body, only to find him completely naked underneath. “Oh, come on!”
I spun away, ready for this day to be over. Who the hell slept naked while another man was in the house?
“Would you mind putting on some clothes?”
“Hey, it’s not my fault you got into bed. I was perfectly comfortable as I was. I didn’t ask you to join me.”
“I was in the house. You should have had clothes on,” I snapped.
“Again, I was sleeping when you came in. I think this is a you problem.”
“I’m getting dressed, and when I get back here, you’d better have pants on.”
“Whatever,” he muttered.
Stomping away, I grabbed my clothes from upstairs and quickly dressed. Thankfully, by the time I returned, Jeff was at least wearing pants and struggling to pull his shirt on. The jagged scar from where he was shot was still pink and raised, and from what I could tell, was still causing him discomfort.
“Who moved the house here, anyway?” I asked, pulling on my shoes.
“Not sure. No one ever really knows. It just appears in different places.”
I rolled my eyes at that. Someone had to be behind the whole thing. Why, I had no idea. What pleasure did someone get out of moving a house around town? The first few times, it might have been funny, but after that?
“You have to hitch it up,” he grumbled, stalking toward the door.
