Page 41 of Dirty Filthy Boy
Dead silence at the other end. "Okay, but I'll have to let them know." Them being the Chicago Outlaws' management.
"Do what you have to do." I click off. Honestly, sometimes they treat us like children who can't wipe our own asses.
"Are you in trouble with your team?"
Probably. The Chicago Outlaws want us to stay at the hotel after every event, so I'm bound to get flack from them. But I couldn't leave MacKenna in that apartment, and going back to the hotel was not an option. So I'll just need to deal with whatever they hit me with. Probably a penalty of some kind. "Me? No."
"You sure?"
"Positive. Look, we won't be home for half an hour at least. Try and get some rest." Last thing I want is for her to worry about me. She's got enough to worry about in her own life.
"Okay." I sense more than see her darting a worried glance at me. But she does as I say, and closes her eyes.
When I curl my arm around her and tuck her against me, she doesn't protest but snuggles against my side. It's the most peace I've enjoyed in a long time.
After we arrive home, I grab MacKenna's bag as well as Marigold's from the trunk of the town car. When we reach the kitchen, I pause to do the polite thing, "You want something to drink?"
She shakes her head, "No, thanks. What I really need is a shower and sleep."
"Then let me show you to your room." As we wander down the hallway to one of the guest rooms, I keep up my patter, hoping to make her feel welcomed. "Mi casa es su casa. Whatever you want, it's yours."
Her lips curl into a sad smile which makes me want to embrace her and tell her everything is going to be fine. But, of course, I can't. She's made it clear how things stand between us.
"Thank you, Ty. I'll get a hold of Mar tomorrow. Ask if I can move in with her. For a little while anyway."
She's staying with me, but there's no sense discussing her future living arrangements. Not tonight when she's in shock. Tomorrow will be soon enough. "Why don't we talk it over in the morning. Things usually look brighter in the daylight."
"Yes. You're right."
I've never taken the time to buy much furniture for the other four bedrooms in the house, so the furnishings of the guest room are basic stuff—a bed and a night table. But it does have its own private bathroom. I point out the door. "You'll find fresh towels in there. I have a service that comes in once a week to clean and do laundry."
I drop the bags by the foot of the bed. "If you need anything, all you have to do is ask."
"I won't. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
I head back to my room. After I shower, I pad naked to my bed, leaving the door to the hallway open. You know, in case she needs anything.
Even from two doors away, her lavender-rose scent drifts into my room. God. Over the next hour, I punch my pillow, toss and turn over. I'll never get any sleep tonight. Maybe a snack or drink would help. I'm just about to head to the kitchen when she appears at my door.
"Ty?"
I sit up. "Anything wrong?"
"I can't sleep."
Me neither.
"May I come in?"
Hell, no. "Absolutely."
She strolls to the bed wearing an oversized night shirt that falls to her knees, her glorious breasts bobbing with every step she takes.
My cock goes on Def Con 3 status, ready for launch in 3-2-1. "Would you like some warm milk? Sometimes that helps." Well, aren't I being the Good Samaritan?
She shakes her head. "No. It's just . . . I thought I heard something."
