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Like flowers and sunshine.
She smelled like a damn meadow and he really, really liked it.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, putting the bottle back. He missed the shelf and it dropped into the bottom of the tub.
“Shit.”
He picked it up, tried to put it back, dropped it again.
“Why am I so bad at snooping?” he hissed. He reached for the bottle again and then decided to just leave it there.
When he left the bathroom, Sabine and Kara immediately stopped talking.
Cool.
They were probably discussing what a weirdo he was and why he was loudly rummaging through their bath essentials.
“Well.” He clenched his hands into fists, relaxed them, and then shoved his hands into the robe pockets. “I better get going. I had a lot of fun.”
He ducked his chin and went to the door.
Sabine hurried to meet him there.
“Thanks for hanging out,” she said, almost shy about it. “And for saving me from the serial killers.”
“Anytime,” he replied tightly. He couldn’t meet her eyes.
They were too pretty and too honest, and he knew he’d say something stupid. He needed to just get the fuck out of there.
“Okay, well…I’ll see you?”
He didn’t respond. He just pressed his lips together and dipped his head. And then he left.
It wasn’t until he got to his car that he took a full breath.
Why was he acting like such a dipshit?
Everything had been so easy last night. What the hell had happened to him that morning to make him rethink every decision he had ever made?
He should apologize for being weird.
He pulled out his phone to text her and the string of texts from Max distracted him. There was also a missed call from his publicist and one from his manager.
It was going to be a workday apparently.
He started the Range Rover and set his phone in the hands-free cradle on the dash.
He’d start with Curtis, his manager, and work his way through the list.
* * *
Dave’s stomach growled for the fourth time in as many minutes and he finally took his headphones off.
“What are you making and when will it be done?” he asked, approaching his kitchen.
Yes, it was his kitchen but he only ever used the microwave and the refrigerator.
Max wiped his hands on a nearby towel and sent him an exasperated look. “You’ve never been very patient. Gourmet takes time.”
