"So I'll get them to open it."
"Open what?" I asked.
"The bakery or whatever."
This wasn't as ridiculous as it sounded. For him, people probablywouldbe willing to do such a thing. And knowing Flynn, he'd make it worth their while. As for me, I didn't want any part of it.
With a sigh, I shut the fridge and asked, "Do you care if I go to bed?"
He frowned. "You don’t need my permission."
I forced a laugh. "Well, that's good. So I guess you're not gonna dock me a day's pay, huh?"
"For what?"
"For playing hooky." At his perplexed look, I added, "You know, because I'm supposed to be working." I forced another laugh. "As the love of your life?"
Damn it.I hadn't meant to put itthatway. And now, his gaze was way too serious for my liking.
He replied, "I'm not 'docking' you anything."
"Oh. Well that's good." And with that, I turned to leave.
"Anna."
I turned back. "What?"
"Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"About your dream."
By now, that stupid dream was the least of my worries. "It was nothing," I said. "Just a stupid nightmare, that's all."
His gaze darkened. "Tell me."
"Why?"
"Because I want to know."
I tried not to sigh. It was nice that he wanted to know. Really it was. But didn't he get it? This was a two-way street. Finally, I gave a useless shrug. "Yeah, well, maybe there's thingsIwant to know, too."
"Like what?"
I almost rolled my eyes. "Like why you needed a fake girlfriend in first place." I had, after all, been asking this very same question for weeks now.
After a long moment, he replied, "All right."
I almost did a double-take. "What does that mean?"
"It means, I'll tellyouif you tellme."
The offer caught me off-guard. "Seriously?"
He nodded. "If that's what you want to know."
I did. But as far as sharing my own secrets? I wasn't liking that nearly as much. Already, I'd given him far too much of my heart, even if that had never been my intention.
I was still thinking when he said, "But you've got to go first."
"Why me?"
"I've got my reasons."
It was a typical Flynn answer, and I was tempted to tell him to shove it. Butdamn it, Iwascurious. And for all I knew, this might be my only chance.
So with a reluctant nod, I wandered to the kitchen table and sank down onto the nearest chair. When Flynn pulled out a chair of his own and sat across from me, I said, "Okay. My dream…it was about Gordon."
