Chapter Eight
Sloan
After getting home from the bar, I laid on one end of my sofa while Baldwyn laid on the other. Pulling off my shoes, he massaged one foot. “You need to relax, girl.”
“I know I do.” I’d been more than relaxed before my stupid ex showed up to ruin my Sunday Funday. “The day didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to.”
“I don’t know,” Baldwyn said as he smiled at me. “We are about to nap on your couch the way we’d planned on doing. He didn’t ruin that.”
But Preston had ruined lunch. We’d left only a few minutes after he’d interrupted what had been a scrumptious meal. “I bet you’re wondering what I ever saw in that man.”
“Nah.” His fingers moved along the base of my toes, putting exactly enough pressure on them to make me moan a bit. “You like that?”
“Yesssss,” I moaned.
