Chapter 7The armchair was comfortable enough in which to crash out, but after two nights of that, it was losing its charm. “If you’re hanging around,” I told Jeff in the morning, “then I get the bed and you’re sleeping out here tonight. I have to work tomorrow.”
He agreed cheerfully enough. “That’s fine. I won’t like it, but I’ll tough it out. Although I could get a room somewhere.”
“I suppose you could.” It’s not like he couldn’t afford it. I didn’t really love the idea of being all by myself again, though. Having a just-woken, tousled-headed, bare-chested man walking around the place was kind of nice. “How long are you staying?”
He shrugged, drawing my attention to the blue and purple bite mark on his shoulder that he refused to keep a bandage on. It looked hot, although I’m still not
