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This is a workcation. He’s too distracting.
Hallie
Are those excuses? You only live once.
This makes me laugh.
Scarlett
You’re right. I need to let my inner ho out to play.
Hallie
It will make for some hot sex scenes.
Scarlett
I did finish four more chapters today. At this rate, as long as I continue at this level of production, I will have a draft finished a day before my deadline.
Hallie
Send me something, anything. I’m dying over here.
Scarlett
I will soon! I promise.
I lockmy phone and look around the room. It’s dim in that late-night kind of way. I make my way to the kitchenette, pulling the robe tighter at the waist as I make some tea. Steam rises as I pour hot water over my bag of Earl Grey.
Cradling the mug in both hands, I walk to the window and lean my shoulder against the frame, looking out across the yard.The garden is cast in shadow now; the light from the house is long gone.
I glance up at the big home, wondering if he’s sleeping.
Or if he’s lying awake, thinking about me.
My laptop screen glows behind me, and I consider getting back to work. But when I yawn, I know it’s time to shut it down for the day.
My recorder is where I left it, and I snatch it up, pressing the record button.
“It’s only been a few days, and I’m in trouble,” I say. “But I think I’m going to let whatever happens between us happen.”
I click stop and finish drinking my tea as I thumb through my last text conversation with Ezra. He’s so damn flirty it makes me smile.
Still can’t believe men like him actually exist.
CHAPTER 10
EZRA
Itoss and turn most of the night.
Harry starts his shit right before six. “Ca-ca-kaaa. Ca-ca-kaaa!”
It’s the kind of crow a rooster would give who’s half-assing it. He’s never really tried, because trying isn’t necessary. He does it from his favorite spot in the middle of the garden as he stretches his neck toward my bedroom window. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s personally offended that I’m sleeping at this hour and am not up feeding him.
I groan and roll onto my stomach, pressing my face into the pillow like that will somehow make the sound stop.
It doesn’t.
