“Sienna, I gotta go. Talk soon,” I say with as much airiness as I can muster.
“Are you okay?”
“I’ll let you know in a few.” I drop my voice. “I’m hoping to be entertained.”
“Oh, dear lord,” she groans.
My stomach swirls, my face heats, as the man clears his throat. I position my finger over the red button on my phone. “I’ll call you later.”
“But—”
I end the call.
2
Boone
This might not be as bad as I thought.
I lean against the table. My bag of dirty laundry sits behind me, digging into my shoulder. Ignoring it, I keep my eyes trained on the cute raven-haired stunner that clearly wasn’t expecting me.
She slides her phone in her pocket. Her pale skin hosts the rosiest cheeks I may have ever seen. Her blush is adorable.
And sexy as fuck.
She settles in her seat. A deeply inhaled breath causes her breasts to rise and fall. The motion causes my brain to misfire … and my cock to twitch.
“Hi,” she says finally.
Her voice is sweet and playful, like she’s hiding a laugh. It makes me grin.
“Hi,” I say back.
“You look a little lost.”
“Is it that obvious?”
I look around at the small, ill-maintained laundromat. The woman at the hotel my brother Holt and I are staying in didn’t mention that this was a hole-in-the-wall. Or maybe it’s not. Maybe this is what laundromats are like. If so, my brothers and I are going to have to have a meeting when I get back to Savannah. There’s money to be made here.
She laughs. “Let’s just say you don’t look sure this is where you’re supposed to be.”
“This is definitely not where I’m supposed to be, in all actuality,” I say. “I should be home, playing a round of golf right now, but my brother conned me into taking a trip with him and here I am.” I raise my arms out to my sides. “Doing my own laundry. Wild, huh?”
“I guess. I mean, if the wild part is the part about taking a trip. Because doing laundry is a pretty routine thing, you know.” She furrows her brow. “Or it should be if you don’t want to stink.”
I cross my arms over my chest.
She’s adorable as she is fire, her eyes shining as she banters back and forth with me. It’s an exchange that feels easy. Comfortable. Nice, even.
Weird.
“Does that mean you know how these things work?” I ask.
“What things?”
“Washers and dryers.”
Her laugh—loud and quick—takes me by surprise. She sits up, pulling her leg off the chair in front of her, and looks at me with sparkling eyes. “Um, yeah. Don’t you?”