I’ll get dressed in the closet you call a bathroom too, but it’s pretty obvious there is no third floor on this place, so there’s no second bedroom. Where are you going to sleep?”
“I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“You mean the bench with a few pillows on it?”
Felicity was going to make her headache worse if she rolled her eyes any more tonight, so she just let it go and nodded.
“That’s ridiculous. I’m not going to throw you out of your bedroom and make you sleep on padded plywood for a month.”
“It’s oak, actually.”
“Whatever the lumber is, I’m assuming it’s not as comfortable as the memory foam we’re sitting on.”
“The only other option is the floor.”
He craned his neck around her to look down at the lower space of the house. She could smell a bit of the butter sauce as he huffed out his breath, and just a hint of the wine. She was hungry again.
“We’re both adults. As long as you don’t sleep in the nude, I see no reason we can’t share a queen sized bed. You don’t sleep in the nude, do you?”
“No.”
“Then it’s settled.”
Leaning back under the pitch of the roof, Brandon pulled his large phone out of his pocket and held up her mini USB cable. “Mind if I use this?”
“Go for it. My Kindle is charged, and my phone is downstairs.”
“You don’t keep your phone by your bed?”
“No. I have my alarm on it. It’s too easy to hit snooze when it’s on the same floor as I am.” She flipped open her Kindle and turned on the Wi-Fi.
A banner at the top said three items were downloading. She’d borrowed a couple of cookbooks from the local digital library that she’d forgotten about. Watching the bar progress, she walked to the living area.
“Isn’t it illegal to not have a railing?”
Felicity watched as the strong confident banker crab walked down the steps.
“In a loft situation, I don’t even have to have stairs. I just prefer the permanence of this fixture and I like the extra storage underneath.”
He looked at the loft. “How would you get up if you didn’t have stairs?”
“A ladder.”
“This is a glorified tree house. Just on the ground.”
Felicity dug to the back of her drawers and was grateful she hadn’t tossed her pajama pants. She didn’t sleep naked, but she did spend most nights in a thin tank top and underwear. She was going to have to keep the air conditioning on and layer up a bit more tonight.
“While you get your game set up in my fort, I’m going to get ready for bed.”
He looked at his watch. “Already?”
“Deborah is going to be waiting at the station in the morning again, remember? And I want a full eight hours and at least two cups of coffee before I go in front of a television crew in the bright morning sun. Especially after half a bottle of wine.”
Brandon opened up his suitcases and eyed her clothes storage for a minute before hiking the luggage up the stairs. When she made it out of the bathroom, he was spinning circles with two suits in his hand.
“I’ve got a small hanging space next to the broom closet.” Felicity pressed a panel under the stairs and the door clicked open. There was plenty of space for his suits. Aside from one fancy dress and one suit, she didn’t do the pressed and polished thing. She still kept the space for hanging in case she traveled somewhere she’d need a heavy coat or winter gear.
Brandon hung his items, and grabbed hers. “This is yours?”
The bright blue shimmer of the sequin and lace sheath dress laughed at her. She couldn’t put it back fast enough. “We all need cocktail attire.”
“That was a Versace.”
“Yes.”
“Someone secretly appreciates the finer things.” He sang his words in a tease.
Felicity shoved the dress to the back of the closet where it belonged. She grabbed her wetsuit that always fell to the floor and rehung it to cover the Versace sparkle.
Brandon watched her crush the fragile material with a look of horror. She could
“I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“You mean the bench with a few pillows on it?”
Felicity was going to make her headache worse if she rolled her eyes any more tonight, so she just let it go and nodded.
“That’s ridiculous. I’m not going to throw you out of your bedroom and make you sleep on padded plywood for a month.”
“It’s oak, actually.”
“Whatever the lumber is, I’m assuming it’s not as comfortable as the memory foam we’re sitting on.”
“The only other option is the floor.”
He craned his neck around her to look down at the lower space of the house. She could smell a bit of the butter sauce as he huffed out his breath, and just a hint of the wine. She was hungry again.
“We’re both adults. As long as you don’t sleep in the nude, I see no reason we can’t share a queen sized bed. You don’t sleep in the nude, do you?”
“No.”
“Then it’s settled.”
Leaning back under the pitch of the roof, Brandon pulled his large phone out of his pocket and held up her mini USB cable. “Mind if I use this?”
“Go for it. My Kindle is charged, and my phone is downstairs.”
“You don’t keep your phone by your bed?”
“No. I have my alarm on it. It’s too easy to hit snooze when it’s on the same floor as I am.” She flipped open her Kindle and turned on the Wi-Fi.
A banner at the top said three items were downloading. She’d borrowed a couple of cookbooks from the local digital library that she’d forgotten about. Watching the bar progress, she walked to the living area.
“Isn’t it illegal to not have a railing?”
Felicity watched as the strong confident banker crab walked down the steps.
“In a loft situation, I don’t even have to have stairs. I just prefer the permanence of this fixture and I like the extra storage underneath.”
He looked at the loft. “How would you get up if you didn’t have stairs?”
“A ladder.”
“This is a glorified tree house. Just on the ground.”
Felicity dug to the back of her drawers and was grateful she hadn’t tossed her pajama pants. She didn’t sleep naked, but she did spend most nights in a thin tank top and underwear. She was going to have to keep the air conditioning on and layer up a bit more tonight.
“While you get your game set up in my fort, I’m going to get ready for bed.”
He looked at his watch. “Already?”
“Deborah is going to be waiting at the station in the morning again, remember? And I want a full eight hours and at least two cups of coffee before I go in front of a television crew in the bright morning sun. Especially after half a bottle of wine.”
Brandon opened up his suitcases and eyed her clothes storage for a minute before hiking the luggage up the stairs. When she made it out of the bathroom, he was spinning circles with two suits in his hand.
“I’ve got a small hanging space next to the broom closet.” Felicity pressed a panel under the stairs and the door clicked open. There was plenty of space for his suits. Aside from one fancy dress and one suit, she didn’t do the pressed and polished thing. She still kept the space for hanging in case she traveled somewhere she’d need a heavy coat or winter gear.
Brandon hung his items, and grabbed hers. “This is yours?”
The bright blue shimmer of the sequin and lace sheath dress laughed at her. She couldn’t put it back fast enough. “We all need cocktail attire.”
“That was a Versace.”
“Yes.”
“Someone secretly appreciates the finer things.” He sang his words in a tease.
Felicity shoved the dress to the back of the closet where it belonged. She grabbed her wetsuit that always fell to the floor and rehung it to cover the Versace sparkle.
Brandon watched her crush the fragile material with a look of horror. She could
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