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A one off.
Did I want it to be more?
Did he?
His words float back into my mind like a blissful lullaby—I'm never done with you.
So many things about Jericho don't make sense. Since we came crashing back into each other's lives, the one thing that's beenclearis that he acts like he still wants me.
The auction. The date. Last night. All those events weren’t part of the contract.
But maybe it means nothing, and I'm reading too much into a night that was only supposed to be fun.
The shuffle of footsteps outside the room catches my attention.
I sit up quickly, wondering if he’s outside.
Against my better judgment, I languish in the thought of seeing him again, and my body heats from the ghost of his touch from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
The wild sensation stops me from thinking with my brain, and I find myself slipping off the bed and grabbing one of his worn shirts in the clothes basket by the ensuite.
I pull it on, and it swamps my tiny frame, but I like the woodland and forest smell of him against my skin.
I pad across the room, open the door, and make my way out.
The shuffle of footsteps sounds again, and I realize the sound is coming from the storage room at the end of the landing.
I move closer, gearing myself up to find him and hoping I don’t have terrible bed hair.
Damn it, I didn’t even check, or rinse my mouth.
No matter. I’ll just pray to whoever is listening that I look and smell good enough.
“Jericho?” I call him, but Lauren steps out of the room with a set of neatly folded peach towels in her arms.
“Nope, it’s only me.” She greets me with a warm smile that I return while I try to hide my obvious disappointment. “Good morning, dear.”
“Good morning.”
Her gaze switches from my face to the oversized shirt hanging from my body, which is she knows belongs to Jericho. When her eyes sparkle, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that she knows I've just come from his room and am wearing his clothes because I've got nothing else on underneath.
“Do you know where Jericho is?” I ask, changing the focus back to him.
“Sorry, my love, he left earlier for Arizona.” Lauren nods.
My brows furrow. “Oh, I thought he was supposed to be leaving later tonight.”
Lauren shakes her head. “No, he said he was heading out early.”
Is that strange? It’s barely seven. Why would he leave so early?
Maybe it’s not strange at all, and I'm overthinking again, or not thinking properly at all.
Maybe his schedule changed.
Or maybe he didn't want to hang around to see me.
Why do I feel like that’s the answer?
