THIRTY-TWO
It took Poppy forever to fall asleep on the Sunday night. Talking to both Turner and Preston during their drive home, she kept tabs on where they were every step of the way. The latter was discreet in giving her updates and was doing a great job of delaying her love… to his increasing irritation.
Everything was set. Her plan was in motion. The next part would be the most difficult, which was why she was so nervous.
Being in Turner’s bed helped. All week she’d fallen asleep wrapped in the scent of him as it mixed with hers. Still, something felt naughty about being there. Naughty in the most incredible way. Probably because he wasn’t in it. During their phone calls, he’d reiterated that his bed was her bed. Her mind was just taking its time catching up to that truth.
She didn
