Page 66 of Rebel Secrets
I wondered if anyone would see me streaking for my car in a sheet.Maybe no one was up yet.I gauged the distance to the door.Knowing me, I’d trip over the sheet and end up sprawled in the front hall with my ass naked for the world to see.
“I need to get dressed.”
His brows rose.“Maybe we should do this naked.”
My mouth dropped open, but not at the suggestion.No, it was at the images flooding my brain.Of Rebel.Naked.Last night.
“I…” wanted to see him naked again.“That’s not happening.”
He stood and walked around the bed, as my hand tightened on the sheet.
“I can live with that.For now.Go ahead and get dressed.Then we’ll talk.Later.”
He turned, opened a drawer in a dresser and grabbed a t-shirt before he walked out the door.
ChapterSeventeen
Rebel
I knewErin wanted to make a run for it, and I didn’t want to torture her now, so I gave her an out.
I saw the glances she kept making at the door and the deer-in-the-headlights expression.She had no filter, never had, and I read her every thought plainly on her face.
And honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to do a post-mortem now either.
Erin and I had had sex.Really fucking great sex.
I was still trying to wrap my head around all the implications of that, which wouldn’t mean a damn thing if she didn’t want to talk to me ever again.The house was still silent as I walked through the second-floor hall to the back stairs and took them to the kitchen.The sun had barely risen, and I didn’t hear anyone else moving around.Not a floorboard creaked in the whole place.
Only the bridal party, family and a few close friends had stayed in the house overnight, which meant there were probably fifty or so people in rooms around the building, not including the bride and groom who’d escaped to their home just a mile or so away.
I’d planned to go back to my place last night, but obviously that hadn’t happened.
I’d had sex with Erin.Really great sex.And not just once.
And in my childhood bedroom, no less.
Shaking my head, I went straight for the coffeemaker, which someone had thoughtfully set to start brewing at six a.m.I poured a mug, sat at the counter, gazing out the back window into the garden, where Erin and I had first kissed.
Would she sneak out?Try to leave before everyone else got up?
Or would she come down and act like nothing had happened last night?
I didn’t think she’d skip out.I know her bakery had platters and stuff they needed to pick up.Mom had hired a cleaning crew for today, but I knew Erin well enough to know she’d want to handle her own stuff.
So I waited.About fifteen minutes later, I heard shuffling on the floor.
“Good morning, sweetheart.Did you have a good time last night?”
Mom strolled in wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants with cups of coffee all over them.She had her hair pulled up in a messy bun and wore the black-rimmed glasses she rarely ever used because she had contacts.
“Yep.”Didn’t have to lie about that.“We didn’t keep you and Pop awake, did we?”
She made a shooing motion as she sipped her coffee.“I thought I told you we were spending the night in the guest house.We could still hear the music, but it didn’t keep us awake.”
The guest house was on the other side of the building from the ballroom, set a little back into the trees.
“Good.The band was good, but they were loud.I’m surprised we didn’t get noise complaints from town.”
