Trust Me: A Roommates To Lovers Romance Novel (Free Book 2) by Grahame Claire

Author:Grahame Claire [Claire, Grahame]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grahame Claire
Published: 2020-08-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

Baker

“I can’t find any of my socks.”

Holt pointed toward his bedroom with his head. “You can wear some of mine.”

I folded my arms across my chest. “My clothes seem to be disappearing.”

He shrugged. “Think the washing machine ate them?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why are you always so keen to do the laundry?”

“I can stop if you want.”

He turned his attention back to the book he was reading. No. I absolutely didn’t want him to stop. But his loungewear wardrobe was quickly turning into mine.

“You’re staring,” he said without looking up.

I closed the distance between us and removed the book from his hands and flipped it over before setting it on the coffee table. I straddled his lap and planted my hands on his shoulders.

He skated his fingertips up my bare thighs. I shivered. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“I told Ed I was leaving at six.”

“So you can work on the bathroom?” I asked hopefully.

He frowned. “So we could talk about plans for the garage.”

I motioned toward the book. “I thought you might have been reading about how to remodel.”

“I don’t need one of those.”

“You sure? Kinda seems like you’re putting off fixing that shower.”

“When have I had time to work on it?” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Maybe this weekend we can do it. Though Ed’s already warned me that I’ve got to be at the shop on Saturday.”

“I was going to see if Trish needed any help with the truck anyway.”

“Don’t forget Sunday dinner.”

“We’re going?”

“Yeah. Oh, and Dad’s coming over tomorrow night.”

“Are you going to tell him about Marlow?”

He dropped his forehead to mine. “I’m going to try. Will you be here?”

I clasped his face in my hands. “You don’t have to ask.”

“Thanks.” He pulled me closer to him. “Now go get some socks before your feet freeze.”

“I notice you didn’t mention anything about sweatpants.”

Holt’s grin was as cocky as I’d ever seen. “If you put those on, it’s harder to do this.” He swiped his finger between my legs, and I gasped.

“You like a challenge.”

I jumped off his lap and scampered to the bedroom.

“How am I supposed to concentrate on forestry now?” he called.

“Where are your sweatshirts?” I yelled back.

“I’ll never tell.”

I laughed as I rummaged through his drawers. In the top one, I found a worn pair of his sweats and slipped them on. But there was only one sock, so I ransacked through the whole chest. I put on a Forestry Service sweatshirt and moved my search to the closet.

Only a few shirts hung in it. A half full laundry basket sat on the floor. Everything in it was his.

The only place left to look was a duffle bag in the back corner. Tucked inside were Holt’s park ranger uniforms, but still no socks.

“Are there any in the dryer?” I called, digging farther into the bag.

Paper crinkled under my fingers. I removed a sweater and pair of pants, revealing a newspaper article and a photo lying in the bottom.

Pain struck me.

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