hadn’t expected the gorgeous hunk that had kissed me so exquisitely and
expertly that I was still drooling over it (five days later) to be the one
standing at our doorstep. (Especially when he seemed to be avoiding me.)
I think I might have gasped when I
saw him, but Riley only eyed me, his eyes glistening with amusement.
He raised his eyebrows, a smile
playing at the corners of his beautiful, dream-inducing mouth. “Interesting
look.”
Huhhh?
His dancing eyes were targeted on
my hair.
Oh!
I touched a dangling curler in my
long locks ( Guh!!!) , only now
remembering my head was full of rollers. Rollers!!
Oh,
yay! He’s gorgeous and I’m in curlers. I breathed out an embarrassed laugh.
“My sister’s being a beautician today.”
“Awesome,” he said with a grin.
“Luckily, my phone has a camera.”
I squealed with a laugh as he
mockingly made a motion to fish his cell phone out of his pocket. “Don’t you
dare! ”
“Relax,” he said gently, still
smiling, totally amused-like. “Really, I was only getting this.” He pulled out
a slip of paper from his pocket and offered it to me.
I tilted my head, staring at it.
When that’s all I did, stared at the paper instead of actually reaching for it,
the corners of his mouth quirked another grin. “Don’t worry, Jones. It’s not
going to take a picture. It’s your paycheck.”
My
… paycheck? My stomach fell.
He had never, ever brought me my
paycheck to my house before. Ever. But now here he was, after we had kissed and
Ava was at his house all of the time. (I know because I’d driven by his house a
couple thousand more times since the first time I’d seen it there.) I
swallowed. “Did Ava tell you to fire me?”
His eyebrows went up. “Ava tries to
tell me to do all sorts of stuff—I don’t usually do them.” He watched me
closely, like trying to read my expression. “Yeah, she told me to fire you. But
I’m not—of course. You’re the best employee I have.” He gave me a weak
smile. “And you kiss pretty good too.”
Heat rushed through me.
I tried to make my voice sound as
though my head was staying with the conversation, not floating back to his
tantalizing kiss. I swallowed. “You told Ava we kissed?”
His answer was a slow nod. “Yeah …
I told Finn too.” He rubbed a bruise on his cheek and cocked an eyebrow.
“People aren’t taking it well.”
I swallowed again. The lump in my
throat just kept growing and growing. “No. But it’s different with Ava.”
He tilted his head like a question.
When I didn’t answer, he scrunched up his brow and asked as though he didn’t
agree, “What do you mean?”
“Well, Finn cheated on me. But you
and Ava …”
He waited for me to go on. But I
didn’t. Wouldn’t. It hurt too much. The words wouldn’t come. Like a punch in
the stomach that stole away all my breath—that’s the way I felt about him
and Ava. Unspeakable pain.
He stared at me, waiting for me to
finish my sentence. Stood stiff and curious, as though he couldn’t breathe
until I answered. “Me and Ava what?”
Slowly, I filled my lungs with air,
deciding to just come clean and let him know there was no sense denying it or
trying to block the painful blow. “I saw her car at your house—a couple
of times.”
His lips twitched a weak grin that
didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Stalking me, Jones?”
I drew out a breath. “Yeah, I guess
so. Look, Riley, I’m pretty busy—my hair appointment and everything.”
He placed a hand on my shoulder,
pulling me back to him. “I’ve been stalking you too, Jones—the check’s
just an excuse to see you. To talk to you.”
Electrical sparks shot through my
body from his touch. And his words.
But with an exaggerated motion he
released his hand from my shoulder as though he knew his simple touch was
causing my heart to explode … and that’s not what he intended. Or wanted.
He took a step away from me as
well, as though he also knew how hard it was for me to