Page 54 of Sweet Sin

I guess I’ll find out today.

I jerk upward in bed.

I’m supposed to be at work. It’s a Wednesday.

I scramble out of bed and fumble around for my phone. It’s nowhere to be found, but Falcon does have a clock on his night table. I gasp out loud.

Eleven thirty!

I’m fired for sure now.

First I have to retrieve my phone, where I’m sure I’ll find a million messages from Bridget wondering where the hell I am. I started the job less than three weeks ago, and I’ve already taken one day of PTO for Ashley’s funeral, and now I haven’t bothered calling in.

And God… I can’t tell her why.

I’m going to have to leave the job.

That at least will suffuse my ethical dilemma where Falcon is concerned.

But I’ve got way more dilemmas now.

How I wish I could go back to the time where my only ethical dilemma was about dating Falcon.

Dating?

We’ve known each other for a week, but what we’re doing goes so far beyond dating.

He even kind of proposed last night, if I recall correctly.

Except then he said it wasn’t a proposal.

I shake my head, trying to clear it. I don’t trust my own memory right now. Maybe I’m making things up.

Where is Falcon? And where are the dogs?

Falcon can’t let them outside because it’s a crime scene.

Then I hear some scratching at the bedroom door.

I walk to the door and open it. Sydney sits there like a good girl, but Sammy falls from his hind legs into a soft furball on the floor.

It was him, little puppy scratches on my door.

I pick him up and cradle him, kissing his sweet head. Then I kneel and give Sydney lots of scratches behind her soft ears.

“Where’s Falcon, guys?”

This house is so big. He could be anywhere.

I’m wearing a tank top and a pair of panties, but what the heck? He’s seen everything. Still holding Sammy, I walk with Sydney down the hallway toward the kitchen, where I finally hear Falcon’s voice.

He’s on the phone.

He looks up when he hears me enter the kitchen, but he waves me away.

He wants privacy. Maybe he’s talking to that friend he told me about, Leif something or other.

I can do without coffee, and if Falcon wants privacy, he deserves that much. I’ve already turned his life upside down.

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