Page 44 of Single Chance

“Come with me,” he said. I must’ve given him a puzzled look, because he added, “I’ll show you around.”

The main floor had two steps down to a family room, plus a half bath, a formal living room, and a dining room he’d turned into an office.

Following him up the stairs to the second level, I felt weird. Like, why did I need to see the private parts of his house? But I couldn’t deny—to myself only—I was curious to lay eyes on his bedroom.

He showed me his room first, just opened the door to the master and allowed me a peek in, as if that wasnothis objective, but I couldn’t figure out what was.

My too-short glance in showed me dark gray walls, lots of wood, and creams and grays for the bedding. It was masculine but cozy. I wouldn’t mind getting wrapped up in those sheets.

Stop it, Rowan.

I darted my gaze away as if I hadn’t given any extra thought to the place he slept. Did he sleep naked?

No, no, no.

The temperature seemed to climb, and my face felt flushed.

“Sam used to have this room,” he said, leading me past a bathroom to the other side of the stairway, where there were two doors. Sam’s was the one directly across from his room, but it was mostly empty. “The basement is her kingdom now, which might be a mistake. I don’t know. Who the hell ever knows? Parenting is a mind fuck.”

“Sign me right up for that, please,” I said dryly.

He grinned. “Fasten your seat belt.”

He ran his hand down my back in a brief but intimate touch. I pretended not to notice, but oh, did I notice.

“This is the infrequently used guest room.” He opened the door to the last bedroom.

Inside was a comfortable-looking room with a queen bed, a nightstand, a window seat, and a dresser along one wall. The bed was covered by a thick navy-blue comforter and multiple pillows.

“Your infrequent guests are lucky,” I said, thinking there was nothing about his house that screamed bachelor pad. It was homey with more of a family feel.

“I’m glad you think so. I know you’re looking for a place to live. We’ve got plenty of space here, so…would you like to move in?”

Chapter Fourteen

Rowan

Iwas turning away from the door of the guest room, an empty smile on my face, when Chance’s words sank in.

With a glance at him, I tried to decipher his intent.

Move in?

Here?

Was he making a move? Like, wanting to be a couple? A living-together couple?

No. Of course not.

He was being kind. Generous. A good guy. We hardly knew each other. We didn’t have a true friendship, let alone a relationship, unless you counted that, oh,he was my boss.

“We can’t do that,” I said. “I can’t move in with my boss.”

A grin crawled across his features. “I’m not your boss.”

“You kind of are.”

“Chloe’s your boss.”

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