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Chapter Sixteen
HEATHER HAD EXACTLY ONE plan for Thanksgiving:
Sleeping in
She’d even bought a sleeping mask for the occasion A fuzzy leopard-print affair to block out the ht so that she could finally—finally—catch up on so out the sunlight
It did not, however, stand a chance against a thirtyso around in her closet
At first Heather thought she was drea
But a full minute after she’d shoved her mask up onto her forehead and blinked sleepily in the direction of the ruckus, it became painfully clear that this was no dreah her clothes like he owned the place
What The actual Fuck
“Seriously?” she lanced over his shoulder with a cocky grin “Morning, 4C Aren’t you pretty in theAnd by pretty I et in here?”
“Key,” he said si his attention back to her closet and pulling out a blue-and-white-striped dress “Is this a tent?”
“What do youa hand to s it would be futile She’d slept with it wet last night His description of enor it politely
“Mrs Calvin had one made forabout this now, because?” she asked
He shot her another of those cocky grins “Been saving it for a special occasion Happy Thanksgiving, 4C”
“Hang on,” she said, lifting a hand and frowning as the last re to me now?”
“What do you mean?” he put the maxi dress back in the closet Not where he’d found it, but in the very back corner, as though hoping she’d forget about its existence
“Oh, I don’t kno about the fact that you’ve been giving me the silent treatment ever since I pried into your personal life last week? Hell, Josh, I haven’t even seen you in days” Or at least not since that horribly aard scene outside their apartht, with Kitty and Trevor
Heather knew that nothing had happened with her and Trevor They’d talked, watched a movie She’d fallen asleep, and when she’d woken up the next one