Playing With the Playboy's Sweatheart

Chapter Teenty-Four

‘You’re driving!’ Emily reminded him.

‘Emily, you surely don’t expect me to drive back tonight and then come here again tomorrow.’ Before she could answer that, yes, as unreasonable as it was, she expected just that, Hugh spoke over her. ‘If I do that then you’ll complain that I left shopping and all the meal preparation to you.’ When still she said nothing Hugh let out a sigh. ‘All right, I’ll see if I can get a bed and breakfast for tonight.’

With a martyred sigh he went back to his phone and started looking for accommodation.

‘Did you suggest this to Alex?’ Emily asked.

‘I swear that I didn’t. Alex was actually saying the other day that he was going to make a bit more effort with his marriage.’

‘Are they having problems?’

‘Why do you jump straight to they must be having problems?’