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I thought last night was a one-and-done. I was convinced I’d be able to find him somewhere else to live today. Even after I agreed he could stay at my house, I continued to phone and send messages to everyone in town who I know has a spare bedroom.
No one has space for him. Apparently, everyone in Winter Falls has decided to turn their spare room into an office or a gym or a movie room. I guess no one expects any family to visit.
I even reached out to Ashlyn’s sister Ellery, the owner of theInn on Main,the bed and breakfast in town. When I asked if she had any openings, she literally burst into laughter. I wasn’t joking.
I inhale a deep breath before opening my bedroom door. I frown at the sight in front of me. Brody is sitting up in bed with his computer in his lap.
“Made yourself comfortable, haven’t you?”
He shuts the laptop. “I was waiting up for you.”
My brow wrinkles. “Why are you waiting up for me? We aren’t a couple.”
“I wanted to make sure you got home safe before I went to sleep.”
“Got home safe? I work in the backyard.”
He shrugs. “I don’t care.”
I ignore how the idea of him waiting up for me to make sure I’m safe makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. “You really don’t understand Winter Falls.”
“I love this crazy, eccentric town. What’s there to understand?”
“Winter Falls is the safest small town in the world.”
“Unless you happen to run naked down Main Street,” he mutters.
“What did you say?” I ask because he seriously didn’t just say he ran down Main Street naked. I must be hearing things.
“Nothing,” he mumbles.
He sets the computer on the nightstand revealing his naked chest. I glance away before I start to stare. No staring at Brody’s chest no matter how delicious it appears.
“You’re breaking the rules. We agreed – you have to wear pajama tops and bottoms.”
“It’s ninety degrees out and you don’t have air conditioning.”
I gasp. “Air conditioning? I wouldn’t dare.”
Air conditioning is horrible for the environment. You need special dispensation to have an air conditioner in Winter Falls. Thus far, the only businesses granted an exception are the yoga studio and the restaurants. No single family residence has air conditioning.
“Fine. I’ll put on a top.” He flings the sheet back and stands.
My eyes disobey my orders and peek over at him. “You’re wearing boxers!”
He wiggles his ass. “Thanks for noticing.”
I fix my gaze on the ceiling before the sight of his ass in those skintight boxers tempts me to do something I would never normally do. Such as touch him. Ask him to move those stupid boxers out of the way of what I want. I stuff my hands in my pockets. No touching!
“Boxers are not pajamas,” I grit out.
“Do I need to remind you about the ninety degrees thing again?”
“I don’t need a reminder. I spent the day in my pottery shed with the kiln on. If you want to compare who has it the toughest, I’m winning.”
“Then, you understand how uncomfortable it is for me to wear sweats to bed,” he says instead of acknowledging what I said.
I snort. “Seriously? I wore a long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans all day long. You’ll get no sympathy from me.”
