Page 57 of Don't Fall for the Goalie

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Now, if I can only get out of here without being spotted.

I turn—and freeze.

Her pink vibrator sits on the nightstand, gleaming in the sunlight streaming through the window.

Did she use it last night?

Or this morning when I was running?

The image of Peyton lying on the bed, teasing herself with that toy, makes me both hot and jealous.

“Thanks, Thelma.” Peyton’s footsteps are growing closer.

Shit.

I look around, debating my options.

Then I drop to the floor and scurryunder the bed.

I hold my breath when I see her sneaker and boot enter the room. She keeps drawing closer, then stops.

Fuck. She knows I’m here.

I hear the drawer opening and then closing.

Then she heads back out of the room.

I slowly release the breath I'd been holding, making sure she’s gone before I crawl out.

I glance at her nightstand. She put her vibrator away. It’s in the drawer.

I leave it alone. Her panties have gotten me into enough trouble.

Thelma fires up the vacuum again. This time, I hear it in the hallway.

Fuck.

I look around... then open the window.

I hoist myself through it, dropping down to the other side just as the corner of the vacuum moves by Peyton’s doorway.

Staying low, I creep around the house until I get to the other side.

Then I straighten and calmly head toward the porch.

I glance in the window. Peyton’s back is to me as she folds the blanket.

I jog up the steps, then enter through the front door.

“Hey.” She gives me a tight smile, her cheeks red. “Were you outside?”

I nod. “Yeah. I needed to check something in the shed.”

She nods. “Oh. Well, um... I just want to apologize.” Her eyes dart toward the hallway. Even though the vacuum is still running, she lowers her voice. “For the shower incident.”

“It’s fine.” I start toward therefrigerator. “Next time you want me to join you in the shower, you don’t have to scream bloody murder. Just ask.”

She throws the blanket at me. I catch it, laughing.

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