Abby shot upright in bed, throwing off Flynn’s arm, which was wrapped tight around her waist holding her down like an anchor.
“Muma, the door is stuck. Open the door.”
There was thumping at the door and the full horror of the situation slammed into Abby. She was in bed. Naked. With Flynn. And Katy was at the door.
“Get up,” she snapped at the man who was sprawled on his stomach beside her. He was on the edge, one foot and one arm dangling to the floor.
“Muma! Open the door!” There was more pounding.
“Make it stop,” Flynn grumbled.
“Get up, right now.” Abby put her hands on Flynn’s side and pushed. Hard. There was a grunt, some cursing and a loud thud as he tumbled and hit the floor.
“What the hell?” Flynn shouted.
“Muma?” Katy shouted. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Abby called. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“What’s going on, honey?” another voice said in the hallway—Jena.
“Muma’s stuck in her bedroom and the circus is here,” Katy said.
“I know, I saw it, that’s why I came over.” Jena made no sense at all.
“Why did you shove me out of bed?” Flynn complained as he stood up.
He stretched his arms above his head, showing off every inch of his lean, muscled frame. Flashes of the night before popped into her mind. Of crying in his arms, of mind-blowing sex, of him waking her later to make love to her slowly. A wave of need swept over her, making her freeze in place.
A gentle knock jarred her back to reality. “Abby, honey, you okay in there?” Jena sounded worried.
“Why is my cousin’s wife in your house?” Flynn said.
“Flynn? Are you in there?” Matt boomed from the hallway.
Abby groaned as she stared up at Flynn.
“Why is Matt in your house?” He scratched his stomach.
“Where’s Abby?” Victoria’s voice snapped through the air. “Has she seen what her neighbour is doing? I knew his behaviour these past few days was an act.”
Flynn shook his head in disbelief. “Did you even bother to lock the front door? Is the whole of Invertary in your house?”
“Damn it, Flynn, you are in there. I’m going to rip your head off,” Matt said.
“Why’s Flynn in Muma’s room?” Katy said. “Were they having a sleepover?”
“They better not have been,” Matt said.
“The footballer is in there? With Abby?” Victoria almost screeched.
“Calm down,” Lawrence said. “I’m sure this all has a reasonable explanation. Why don’t we go downstairs and make some tea while Abby gets ready.”
Abby jumped up at the sound of yet one more person outside her bedroom door. She grabbed Flynn’s jeans from the floor and thrust them at him. “Jump out the window,” she said. She should have known better than to think anything she did could remain a secret in this town.
For a second he seemed too distracted by her swaying breasts to register the order. He reached for one and she batted his hand away with a growl. “Out. Out the window now. Jump and run for it. I’ll tell them they were hearing things. This will all be okay.”
He looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “We’re on the second floor. Do you want me to trash what’s left of my leg? There would be no running away if I jumped. There would just be writhing in agony.”