Chapter Fourteen
Chloe hadn’t spoken to Ronan since he left her house the other night. Although it was Sunday and she’d told him they’d be clear for sexytimes, they hadn’t made plans. But Mrs. Adamos across the hall had stopped her at least five times to ask if Chloe could have her friend with the tools stop by to fix her door. All summer she’d been dealing with the swollen wood, but often she hadn’t been able to lock it.
A request like that was beyond the boundaries of her arrangement with Ronan. It was one thing for him to fix something in her apartment, but this wasn’t something she knew how to ask for. So here she was, wasting her perfectly good day off stressing about making a phone call. Finally, at lunch, she dialed his number.
“Hey,” he answered.
“Hi. I know it’s Sunday, but ar
