Chapter Twenty-Four
Ivy had pulled on one of Chris’s T-shirts and dumped the previous day’s clothes into his dated washer. She hadn’t packed a change, considering she’d decided to drive to Kansas on a whim. She had her purse, her wallet, and her dead cellphone, which was charging with Chris’s charger. She’d even borrowed his toothbrush after climbing in the shower. Now she heard the door as she stepped out of the small laundry room at the back of the house.
Chris dumped his keys on the small kitchen table and took her in, her bare legs. The edge of his T-shirt barely covered her. He warmed, she thought, but still seemed distracted.
“Hey, you’re back. Everything get sorted out?” She couldn’t help feeling uneasy and naked, standing there.
He was still staring at her, and she noted the di
