Chapter 59
Anna
The next morning, I woke tired and confused. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the shattered door and empty doorway.
Memories of last night came flooding back, ending with Flynn holding me tight against his bare chest.
In my bed.
And I'd liked it.
Too much, in fact.
It was the reason that I'd made him leave. I'dhadto.
Like a total idiot, I'd been like two seconds away from repeating the horrible mistake I'd made in his back seat.
Regardless of how I felt, or how tender he'd seemed at the time, I couldn’t let that happen.Not then. Not ever.
I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was just past eight o'clock.
In a sudden hurry, I jumped out of bed, showered, and dressed as quickly as I could. And then, I left the house, taking the same car I always used.
I needed some time to think, away from everyone and everything.
Technically, Flynn was my employer, which meant that I was playing hooky, taking a day off that was unauthorized and unplanned.
But today, I couldn’t bring myself to care.If he fired me, well, that was his prerogative, wasn't it?
At noon, I received a text from him, asking me where I was and if I was okay. I replied only that I was fine and that I'd be back later on.
And then, I'd turned off my phone, not wanting any distractions as I tried to push thoughts of Flynn and everything else out of my mind.
I failed miserably.
I spent most of the day in the car, driving around the countryside, going nowhere in particular. I picked up lunch from a drive-through and skipped dinner entirely.
I didn't return until nearly ten o'clock that night. When I walked in through the front door, Flynn was standing there, waiting, looking troubled and wary, like he expected me to flip out or something.
But didn't he know? I wasn't like that.Well, not usually anyway.I greeted him as nonchalantly as I could and turned toward the kitchen in search of pie or hot chocolate.
Comfort food – I desperately needed it.
I was just opening the fridge when, from behind me, he said in a quiet voice, "Do you want to talk about it?"
With my hand still on the fridge handle, I turned to look. "About what?"
His gaze probed mine. "You were gone all day."
"Yeah, well, maybe I needed a day off. Is that a problem?"
"No."
"Good." I turned back to the fridge. "I wish we had pie."
"If you want, I'll get you some."
Was he joking?From the tone of his voice, I couldn’t tell. But it didn't matter. Glancing over my shoulder, I pointed out the obvious. "Actually, I’m pretty sure everything's closed."