A Beautiful Danger (Beautiful #7) by Lilliana Anderson

Author:Lilliana Anderson [Anderson, Lilliana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LA Romance
Published: 2017-06-21T04:00:00+00:00

20

“GET OUT.” I point at the door. The movers exit the room and exchange looks before heading to the door.

“Listen, we get paid whether this gets done or not,” one informs Flynn.

“Just keep going,” he tells them. “It’s fine.”

“No. It isn’t fine.”

Flynn nods at them and their body language says something like ‘Sure, buddy, but it’s your funeral.’

It sure will be.

“What has possessed you to do this?” I demand. My hands are on my hips and my face is burning red with frustration.

“You did, my angry little elf.” He glances at the towel that’s wound up on my head. I tear it off and throw it on the ground, my wet hair hanging in a tangle over my shoulder. He lets out a low whistle. “You are stunning.”

Did he seriously just compliment me while I'm standing here in a robe with my hair a wet mess, pissed off at him? I shake away the confusion and focus on the situation. “At what point in any of our interactions did I indicate that I wanted you to move in?”

“Saturday night.” He walks over to the table and takes an apple from the fruit bowl, polishing it on his shirt.

“No. No. No.” I pull the apple from his hand before he can bite it and put it back. “There is no way I said that to you.”

He shrugs. “You were drunk. You probably don’t remember.”

“All the more reason to ignore anything I said!”

The movers are back in the doorway, bringing in more boxes. Flynn waves them in and they scurry past like scared mice.

“In my experience, people are at their most honest when they’ve been drinking. The alcohol just loosens the tongue.”

“I don’t care how drunk I was. I did not ask you to move in with me.”

“Then how did I get the keys?”

My mouth drops open and for a moment, I question my sanity. Did I actually ask him to do this? Have I gone insane? “No.” I shake my head to clear it. “You probably stole them.”

“Actually, Coral gave them to me yesterday.” He pulls them out to show me and I see her familiar keyring—a piece of orange coral in resin—attached to them.

So that’s what was in his hand yesterday? And why I overheard Shane saying that he hoped Flynn knew what he was doing.... Now it makes sense. “Why didn’t anyone speak to me about this when I was sober?”

Flynn shrugs and takes back the apple, biting it before I can respond. “Too late now, roomie.”

I shake my head. “This is bullshit. I’m going to talk to Coral about this.” I start to walk to my room, fuming. “And the police. I’ll bet you don’t want that, right? They’ll get you out of here.” Slamming the door behind me, I pick up my phone and dial Coral’s number. It goes to voicemail; she’s probably still travelling. I leave a message, demanding that she calls me as soon as possible. I need to get to the bottom of this. I don’t believe that I asked him to move in while I was drunk.

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