A few hours later, I was on the couch, folding the clean laundry on my coffee table, when my phone rang. Frantically searching for my cell, I found it on the kitchen counter, Dominick’s name on the screen.
He’d said he would have my sunglasses contract reviewed by Monday, but it was Saturday, a little past eleven in the morning, and my gut told me this had nothing to do with work.
“Hello?”
“What are you doing right now?”
I glanced around my apartment as though that would help answer his question. “You mean, this second?”
“Yes.”
“I’m deep in the trenches of laundry and cleaning.”
“Come downstairs.”
My chest tightened, the tingles sparking in my stomach. “Downstairs, downstairs? As in … my lobby?”
He laughed. “Yes, Kendall. I’m parked outside.”
He’d seen me the morning after an all-night sex session, and I’d probably looked a lot worse than I did now. But still, I wanted to shower and brush my hair and put something on besides workout clothes.
“Is there any way you can give me thirty minutes? I look like death, and I really need—”
“I’m with Everly, my niece. We’re going on a pancake date, and we’d like you to join us.”
He’d brought out the big guns.
Fuck.
And he’d remembered when I told him I wanted to be his pancake groupie when he took Everly to have some.
The tingles had moved into my chest, the rest of my body melting into the couch cushions, feeling like a big pile of goo.
“Give me two minutes,” I said, rushing into the bathroom. “I’ll be right down.”