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Josh nodded and slowly got up from the bed.
I’d been expecting ridicule, or at the very least a response.
But he said nothing.
I watched his muscles move as he stretched, his T-shirt rising just enough for the sexy serpent inked on his back to taunt me.
He left the bedroom and turned toward the kitchen.
I lingered in bed so I wouldn’t have to face him for a while. After a few minutes, I could hear him getting Scottie up. The water started up in the bathroom, so he must’ve decided to do their manshower now.
I eventually dragged my butt out of bed, much later than usual.
Scottie and Josh were sitting in the living room, both with wet hair. Scottie was doing something on his iPad while Josh worked on his laptop.
“Morning.” I waved. “You showered early…”
“Yeah, Scottie woke up with a little surprise.”
“Ah.”
Scottie didn’t often have accidents at night, but occasionally it happened.
I walked over to make myself some coffee and spotted a note Josh had left me.
A Thank You from The Trappist Monks of St. Francis:
“Somebody’s Watching Me” by Rockwell came on while I was showering with Scottie.
Coincidence? ;-)
CHAPTER 16
JOSH
LAST NIGHT WASundoubtedly the best sleep I’d had in ages—even better than those nights back in Chicago in my own bed. Despite the guilt I felt for sleeping next to Carly, I couldn’t help looking forward to doing it again tonight.
When I’d finally messaged Neil back this morning, he’d asked if I wanted to get brunch. Carly had offered to watch Scottie, so I’d agreed. I figured it would be easier to address any questions he had about Carly in person. Plus, I hadn’t even seen him since I’d gotten to Woodsboro, so this was long overdue.
Neil had already chosen a corner seat at the Old Mill Diner when I arrived. He lifted his hand and smiled as he spotted me. An unsettled feeling developed in the pit of my stomach. I knew what it was: the now-familiar guilt I’d felt too many times to count.
“Hey.” I sat down.
“Hey, man. It’s good to see you.”
“How are you doing?” I asked.
He stared down into his cup. “I’ve been better.”
The waitress set a mug in front of me and poured me some coffee. I nodded in thanks.
“What happened last night?” I asked Neil, playing a little dumb.
“She didn’t tell you?”
I hesitated. “She said she had a good time...”
He chuckled. “But...”