Chapter 17“We need to talk.”
Great. Exactly the words Garrett was hoping to wake up to.
Kelsey was sitting up in bed, looking wide-awake. Her hair tumbled down over the straps of her tank top, and there were small, sexy smudges of yesterday’s eye makeup under her eyes. Garrett would rather make use of his morning wood than talk, but what the hell.
He rubbed his eyes blearily. “Do we?” He yawned, half-stifling it with the back of his wrist.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t worry,” he murmured, eyes fluttering as he fantasized about sinking back into sleep. “I’ll call you.”
She swatted his shoulder lightly.
He grunted and pulled himself up so he was halfway sitting. Was she still mad about the messy house? Regretting last night’s s*x?
He guessed he was about to find out. “What’s up?” he asked, trying
