Page 52 of Fragile Kiss (Fragile 2)
“Something like that. Apparently several times bigger than Katharina’s house. I said that I need to go home and check on my other clients first.”
“Does that mean you’ll come back?”
She rinsed off the last of the soap and reluctantly turned off the water. “Can you hand me the towel, please?”
He grabbed the towel and draped it over her arm. “So, are you going to take the job?”
Pulling the shower curtain aside, she gingerly stepped onto the fuzzy bath mat, making sure her towel was secure around her chest. How could she ever tell him that coming here at all felt like a mistake, and returning would make things harder?
“Yeah,” she replied, forcing a smile. “I think I will.”
She saw his eyes grin. “I’ll bet news will spread fast about you. You’re going to be in high demand, Lil.”
“I’ll have my own TV show and everything,” she agreed sarcastically. Look at him, she thought, upset about how excited he was at the prospect of her coming back. I can’t tell him I won’t be taking the jobs. Andrew was right. I shouldn’t have come. I’ve just led us both on.
“When do you think you’ll be back?”
“I don’t know.” She sounded a touch too harsh and softened it with a stupid-looking grin. “I’ll have to see if they need me back home for a while first.”
“That makes sense.” Cayden rubbed his chin with his thumb and leaned against the door for a moment. Lillian wondered what he was thinking about. Suddenly he walked back into the room and looked around the floor.
“You need your shoes?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“They’re by the door.” How do men always fail to see what’s right in front of them?
“Oh.” He disappeared around the corner and she heard him pulling on the shoes. “I’m glad these are black. If I wore my white ones, they probably wouldn’t have let me into the bar last night.”
Something occurred to Lillian just then.
“Actually,” she called, “you weren’t wearing that last night. How did you get those clothes up here?”
Cayden popped back into the bathroom, bundling up his dress shirt from the night before. “I’ll never tell.”
“No, seriously. How the heck did you bring two outfits?” Forgetting about her sadness she stared at the lump of clothes in his arms, as if that would somehow give her the answer.
“I told you, it’s a secret.”
She shook her head. “That’s crazy.”
“I’m a man of many talents, in case you haven’t noticed.”
She raised one eyebrow. “Well, someone’s confident today.”
He puffed up his chest. “Of course. You have to be to get anywhere in the world. It’s why I’m so successful—”
“What time is it?” she interrupted, distracted. She turned on the hair dryer full blast.
“Time for me to go,” Cayden answered, checking his phone. “It’s almost 8:30.”
“I need to hurry,” she muttered to herself.
“When do you leave tomorrow?”
“My flight is at 10:00.”
“In the morning?”
