Page 312 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

EVA

I smiled to myself, thinking about my evening with Kain a few nights ago. I’d never had that much sex in one night. Kain had wanted me to stay the night, but I refused. I couldn’t abandon Grandpa. Besides, I didn’t want Grandpa to know I’d slept with Kain. He probably wouldn’t care, but I didn’t want to discuss my sexual escapades with my grandfather.

That would be awkward.

I wanted Kain to love me every night like that first night. My body had never been so satisfied than when he kissed and ravaged it. He had the most amazing mouth and skillful tongue I’d ever encountered. Just thinking about all the unbelievable things he did to me made my panties wet.

Grandpa was heading home today. His friends had called him, letting him know there was a bingo event this coming week. Grandpa couldn’t wait to get back to his quiet neighborhood, where he didn’t hear sirens or cars beeping every day.

I stood on the sidewalk with his small suitcase. “Let me know when you want to visit again.”

“Maybe next year.” He tapped my arm. “The city is impressive, but it exhausts me. All the noise and the bustle aren’t for me.”

“I’ll drive up in a few months to visit you.”

“I’d love that.” He beamed. “How are you and Kain doing?”

“Good.”

“Go on any more dates?”

I smiled. “Yes. I’m seeing him tomorrow.”

“If things work out, bring him up to visit me.”

“Will do.” I kissed his cheek.

The livery car came, and I greeted the familiar driver, Mr. Kennedy.

“Call me when you get home, Grandpa. Have a safe trip.”

“I will.” He hugged me and kissed my cheek.

When I couldn’t see the car anymore, I returned to my apartment and looked at my schedule for the week. Vacation week flew by, and I had to get back to work tomorrow.

My phone rang and Morgan’s name popped up on the screen. Nerves twisted my stomach. She didn’t call me unless it was something urgent.

“Hey, Morgan,” I said.

“Sorry to bother you, Eva. Can you talk?” Sadness stirred in her voice.

“Of course. What’s up?”

She heaved a sigh. “I’m going to sell the shop.”

“No . . . What happened?”

“A lot of things. I’m going to move back to Florida to be closer to my mom and sister. This divorce is taking a toll on me. Frankly I just don’t have the energy . . . or love for the shop anymore.”

My heart bled for her. She’d worked so hard to start up the flower shop and see it grow in the last five years.

“I’d like to see you take it over. You’re a great florist, and I know you love working at Happy Flowers.”

I didn’t know how to respond. It was my dream to own a flower shop, but I also hurt for Morgan as well. To see her dream didn’t make me feel any better.

However, I understood her situation. She needed her family to help her heal.

Though the dream was beautiful, my mind swerved to practical matters. Numbers. I wasn’t prepared financially for this yet.

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