“Do you ever think you’ll try to find them?” I asked.
“I know where they are.”
I blinked at him. “Have you…?” I started but he knew what I was going to say.
“No,” he answered.
“Will you?”
“No.”
“Do you want to tell me about it?” I whispered, my stomach clenching, my heart slowing, knowing I shouldn’t care but wanting him to say yes.
“No,” he said.
I nodded, letting him have his space but feeling disappointment running through me like acid. I dipped my chin and pressed my face into his throat so he wouldn’t see it.
“Maybe,” he said from above me, “if you break up with me on Saturday, I might tell you on Friday.”
My body went still.
“Though, I’m thinkin’, I’ll tell you on Saturday if you break up with me on Sunday.”
My head tipped back and he was grinning down at me.
My eyes narrowed on him. “Crowe.”
“Shut up Jules.”
“Don’t tell me –”
His lips touched mine. “Shut up,” he said quietly. “Go to sleep.”
I tried to force my way out of his arms but they went ultra-tight and he kept me where I was.
“You’re very annoying,” I told his throat.
He didn’t answer.
“I’m still breaking up with you on Friday,” I went on.
“No you aren’t.”
I went silent.
Whatever.
I tried to hold a grudge but I was too tired, his body was too warm and I’d had two orgasms. A grudge was physically and mentally impossible.
Instead my body relaxed, my mind went blank and I fell asleep.
* * * * *
I was dead asleep when I felt Vance tense then move swiftly. He’d been pressed against my back and I felt the cool air when his body came away from mine.
I turned, got up on an elbow and watched Boo go flying off the bed just as Vance vanished over the side.
I came up to a seated position, confused, then my breath caught in my throat when I heard a knock on the backdoor, it opened, the alarm started beeping its warning and Nick called, “Jules?”