CHAPTER NINE
ANNA
I didn't want to get out of Rowan's car. I wished I weren't so responsible. Wouldn't it just be easier to throw caution to the wind and damn the consequences?
"I should get my clothes," said Rowan suddenly.
Suddenly, the idea of Rowan entering my home when I was just a second away from ripping off my own clothes seemed like a dangerous idea.
"I'll get them to you. I'll even dry-clean them. And don't worry about the ones you're wearing." I was babbling like an i***t.
"You don't have to do that."
"I don't mind. My dry cleaner knows me at this point. It's no big deal. I'm pretty sure she's been trying to set me up with her son the past three years."
"Anna."
I took a deep breath, and then I got out of his truck. Did I say goodbye? No, apparently Rowan was basically t
