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tight lips, she clenched her teeth. The man was so incredibly infuriating.
“Are you ever not three steps ahead and prepared for every eventuality?” she ground out.
She was supposed to be the squared-away one. The Girl Scout who was always prepared, always did the right thing, always adhered to proper rules and regulations and never had a hair or a button out of place. And in her family, she was. Her sisters didn’t tease her about being a Miss Goody Two-Shoes for nothing.
But compared to Reid, she felt like some slovenly, disorganized mental patient. Maybe because he was the one driving her eight shades of crazy half the time.
Lifting the wine to his mouth, he took a long, leisurely drink, then lowered the glass and flashed her a too-confident-for-his-own-good grin. “Nope.”
Six
J uliet closed the door to her room behind her, making sure it was locked. She wasn’t afraid of Reid, not physically, at any rate. But she certainly didn’t want him walking in on her without warning. It was all she could do to be in the same house with him without jumping out of her skin.
As soon as dinner was over and she didn’t think it would be completely rude, she’d pled exhaustion and escaped his company as quickly as possible. Not that it was a lie; it had been a long, stressful day, and the pregnancy only added to her need for frequent rest. But it was late enough that she could stay in her room until morning without letting Reid know she was trying to avoid him.
With a sigh, she pushed away from where she’d been leaning with her back against the door and crossed the spacious master bedroom. When they visited the lake as a family, her parents took this room, of course. And she and her sisters took turns with the others, or would sometimes pile all together in the loft like they had when they were young.
Now, though, she was glad she’d opted for the large room with the connected bath; otherwise she would have had to risk running into Reid every time she wanted to use the bathroom down the hall.
Kicking off her shoes, she padded across the carpeted floor, stripping as she went and leaving her clothes in a pile near the closet. She would pick them up later, folding them or tossing them into the hamper, but it would probably surprise a lot of people to see that she wasn’t always neat and almost pathologically organized. Sometimes when she was alone, she was downright messy. For short spans of time. Then her need for order would kick in and she’d run around tidying up again.
For now, however, her things were fine where they were. All she wanted was a hot shower and a comfortable pair of pajamas. Her mouth watered for that big glass of wine she’d left untouched during dinner, but she supposed she would have to learn to unwind and relax without that sort of thing for the next several months.
Feeling much better after her shower, she wrapped her wet hair in a towel and climbed into a pair of soft flannel pajamas. Thank goodness that when she’d stopped at the loft to grab a few things, she’d opted for nightclothes that were both warm and all encompassing.
The flannels were a cute, girly, pink-and-green plaid with satin accents and a feminine cut, but they covered her from neck to ankle. Just about anything else from her dresser at home fell into the nightie category and would have bared her shoulders, legs and possibly a hint of bottom curve. All body parts she wasn’t keen on sharing with Reid this visit.
Back in the bedroom, she moved to the closet and picked up the clothes she’d discarded earlier, folding them and setting them aside. Inside the closet, she knew what she would find. She’d avoided looking at it since she’d stuffed it in there, but decided now that she could. She was strong enough and she was ready.
As she peeled open the louvered doors, yards and yards of taffeta and lace filled her vision. Snow-white and so beautiful, it continued to take her breath away no matter how many times she
“Are you ever not three steps ahead and prepared for every eventuality?” she ground out.
She was supposed to be the squared-away one. The Girl Scout who was always prepared, always did the right thing, always adhered to proper rules and regulations and never had a hair or a button out of place. And in her family, she was. Her sisters didn’t tease her about being a Miss Goody Two-Shoes for nothing.
But compared to Reid, she felt like some slovenly, disorganized mental patient. Maybe because he was the one driving her eight shades of crazy half the time.
Lifting the wine to his mouth, he took a long, leisurely drink, then lowered the glass and flashed her a too-confident-for-his-own-good grin. “Nope.”
Six
J uliet closed the door to her room behind her, making sure it was locked. She wasn’t afraid of Reid, not physically, at any rate. But she certainly didn’t want him walking in on her without warning. It was all she could do to be in the same house with him without jumping out of her skin.
As soon as dinner was over and she didn’t think it would be completely rude, she’d pled exhaustion and escaped his company as quickly as possible. Not that it was a lie; it had been a long, stressful day, and the pregnancy only added to her need for frequent rest. But it was late enough that she could stay in her room until morning without letting Reid know she was trying to avoid him.
With a sigh, she pushed away from where she’d been leaning with her back against the door and crossed the spacious master bedroom. When they visited the lake as a family, her parents took this room, of course. And she and her sisters took turns with the others, or would sometimes pile all together in the loft like they had when they were young.
Now, though, she was glad she’d opted for the large room with the connected bath; otherwise she would have had to risk running into Reid every time she wanted to use the bathroom down the hall.
Kicking off her shoes, she padded across the carpeted floor, stripping as she went and leaving her clothes in a pile near the closet. She would pick them up later, folding them or tossing them into the hamper, but it would probably surprise a lot of people to see that she wasn’t always neat and almost pathologically organized. Sometimes when she was alone, she was downright messy. For short spans of time. Then her need for order would kick in and she’d run around tidying up again.
For now, however, her things were fine where they were. All she wanted was a hot shower and a comfortable pair of pajamas. Her mouth watered for that big glass of wine she’d left untouched during dinner, but she supposed she would have to learn to unwind and relax without that sort of thing for the next several months.
Feeling much better after her shower, she wrapped her wet hair in a towel and climbed into a pair of soft flannel pajamas. Thank goodness that when she’d stopped at the loft to grab a few things, she’d opted for nightclothes that were both warm and all encompassing.
The flannels were a cute, girly, pink-and-green plaid with satin accents and a feminine cut, but they covered her from neck to ankle. Just about anything else from her dresser at home fell into the nightie category and would have bared her shoulders, legs and possibly a hint of bottom curve. All body parts she wasn’t keen on sharing with Reid this visit.
Back in the bedroom, she moved to the closet and picked up the clothes she’d discarded earlier, folding them and setting them aside. Inside the closet, she knew what she would find. She’d avoided looking at it since she’d stuffed it in there, but decided now that she could. She was strong enough and she was ready.
As she peeled open the louvered doors, yards and yards of taffeta and lace filled her vision. Snow-white and so beautiful, it continued to take her breath away no matter how many times she
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