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“My house.”
“Oh my god.” She sank down into the armchair next to the couch. “I’m way too tired for this. Let’s call Nattie.”
“It’s midnight. That would be very inconsiderate.” I finished my beer in a long swallow.
“It’s very inconsiderate of you to break into my house, watch my television naked, and refuse to leave when I get home!”
I sighed. She was cute, but not very bright. “What’s your name, anyway?”
“Drea Coppersmith.”
“Short for Andrea?”
She nodded, looking adorable and exasperated all at once.
“Listen, Drea.” I had a plan. “I’m not going anywhere tonight, but I think we’ve established that I’m not a rapist or a murderer and I’m not here to steal your weird pink fake fur pillows.”
Her frown deepened as I maligned the pillows she’d clearly chosen.
“I’m Rock Stevens, the center for the Wilcox Wombats, and my aunt is Nattie Trousseau. I lived here before I moved to Wilcox, and I still pay rent on the place. I’m guessing she’s double-dipping, figuring I wouldn’t be back, but we can definitely get it all worked out tomorrow.”
Drea leaned back in the chair, looking defeated as she blew out a long breath.
“For now, how about we both just call it a night, and we’ll figure it out in the morning?”
She nodded, looking miserable. “But I get the bedroom,” she said.
“Ummm, no.”
She sat upright and glared at me.
“Big pickle ball tourney this week. I need my rest.”
The girl actually rolled her eyes. “Be a gentleman. It seems like a foreign concept to you, but it’s the least you can do.”
“The least I could do would be to kick your ass out of my house right now and send you to sleep at the police station with April and Callan, who do not sound like very professional members of law enforcement, by the way.”
“Please?” Her voice was very small when she asked this. “I just want a door that locks. I don’t know you, and while this might all just be a misunderstanding... I’m tired, and I’m a little scared, and--“
“Fine.” She said she was scared. No one should be scared of me unless I was wearing skates and there was a puck around. “Fine. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Really?”
I nodded and leaned back to watch the end of the game.
“Thanks. Good night.”
With that, Drea disappeared down the hallway and I didn’t see her again until sunlight streamed in through the windows, picking up sparkling threads in the area rug I hadn’t noticed the night before. Sparkles. Of course.
CHAPTER5
Drea
Islept surprisingly well, considering there was an enormous and infuriatingly stubborn stranger in my house. I supposed I could have offered him a blanket or a pillow, since I’d made him sleep on the couch, though he hadn’t seemed to need one before. And he probably knew where they were kept.
When sunlight slashed across the dark grey comforter on my bed, I rolled over and stretched, as the events of the previous night came back to me one by one.
Paige and April at Straddlers, listening to me whine about being alone. The psychic and her ridiculous fortune.He is already in your life...the only man already in my life had been Rock Stevens of the ridiculous name and impressive physique, asleep naked on my couch as the psychic read my cards.
