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Chapter 45
Flynn
When I opened my bedroom door, Anna was sitting on the floor in the hallway just outside my bedroom. She was wearing faded black jeans, a little black T-shirt, and black sneakers that looked older than dirt.
The clothes were obviously her own – a bad sign.
I asked, "Where's the clothes?"
"What clothes?"
"The ones I bought."
"They're in the closet with everything else." She stood and crossed her arms. "But forget that. We need to talk."
Yeah, we did.Last night, she'd been right about one thing. Iwasan asshole.
Afterward, I'd felt like shit, and even shittier when in the privacy of my own bedroom, I'd kept replaying the best parts of that scene in my back seat.
Talk about messed up.
It didn't help that last night, I'd taken a bottle of vodka into my room, where I'd promptly drank myself into a stupor.
I hadn't done that since high school, and now my brain was still fuzzy.
Anna strode forward and glared up at me. "Did you hear me? Isaidwe need to talk."
I tried for a joke. "Obviously."
She hesitated. "What do you mean by that?"
"It's six in the morning."
"Yeah." She sucked in a ragged breath. "I know."
I felt my eyebrows furrow. "How long have you been waiting?"
She tried for a smirk. "Does it matter?"
It did. But hell if I'd admit it."Not to me."
"Good," she said. "Because you're not going anywhere 'til we talk." As she said it, she looked annoyingly cute, like a kitten ready to mangle a ball of yarn.
This only pissed me off further. "And who's gonna stop me? You?"
"If it comes to that."
I tried for a smirk of my own. "Oh yeah? How?"
"If you leave, I'm leaving, too." Her chin lifted. "And I'm not coming back."
Shit.
I wasn't smirking anymore. After last night, this shouldn't've been a surprise. But if she expected me to grovel, she had another thing coming. "Is that so?"
"Yes." She glanced toward the pink bedroom. "My stuff's already packed."
Well, that explained the clothes.
