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“We’re not in a relationship,” I mutter, but it comes
out more as a question. “Are we?”
Fergus watches me. “Well, we slept together. I like you, and I’m attracted to you, and as you so eloquently put it, I have a crush on you. And same’s vice versa. I think that sounds like a relationship to me.”
I frown. “Aren’t we moving too fast?”
He shrugs. “Not everything has to be defined by timing. Also, I don’t think you’re in the frame of mind where you would want me to take you on dates right now. Because, let me tell you, if I start wooing you, I’ll woo your socks off.”
“That’s low standards. Even for you.”
His hand moves before I can see it and I feel the playful swat on my ass, making me jump.
“Ouch,” I protest, more for show than anything.
“I’m serious, though, Sarah.” His tone sobers. “If you want me to keep my hands off of you, I’ll try to do that, but my building has better security, and I don’t like the idea of gang members crawling all around your block.”
I take a shuddering breath. “Is there no other option?”
He moves his shoulders. “I’m open to suggestions.”
I have nothing, so I sigh. “I’ll pack a bag. But only till I find Bryan. Then, I’m moving back. And then I want you to at least attempt to woo my socks off.”
I hear his laughter as I go to pack a few things.
The smile slides off my lips as I enter my room, and I swallow.
The hope that Fergus held out to me, I am reaching out and grabbing it.
I have no other choice.
But if even Fergus’s attempts turn out to be fruitless, then I have a sick feeling that I might never recover from this loss.
9
Fergus
My penthouse already has a guest appearance, and she doesn't seem to be in a hurry to leave.
Agatha sits in pajamas dotted with small kittens, holding a cat in her lap, on a huge sofa, in front of the television. Her golden hair is set in rollers, and her face is covered with a green mask.
I sigh. “I thought you left.”
She waggles her fingers in greeting at Sarah and pops some popcorn in her mouth. “My contractor told me that I was a delusional control freak if I thought it would take three days to complete the work on my apartment.”
I toss the keys in a bowl on the table. “Freak or not, you’ll have to find another place to crash, Agatha.”
Clear blue eyes give me a mock outraged look. “You’re kicking me out? I’m practically homeless right now!”
I take Sarah’s bag and walk towards the bedroom, calling out over my shoulder. “I’ll book you a hotel room. It’s on me.”
Agatha gives the bewildered Sarah a sweet smile before turning to me and growling. “I hate hotel rooms! Why else would I crash here?”
Sarah hesitates, before asking, “What happened to your apartment?”
“It’s being remodeled,” Agatha tells her, ruefully.
I walk back into the room. “Sorry, kid. Why don’t I drop you over to the main estate?”
