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We didn’t see each other on Monday, so I actually managed to write another chapter of my book and squeeze in a visit with Dr. Pritchard. That was fun. Tuesday, Braden took his lunch break in my bed. Wednesday he got caught up with work so I didn’t see him at all. I spent the night with Ellie, enduring a teen romance that actually made my teeth hurt it was so sweet. I insisted next movie night we watch something or someone get maimed by an action star or put on a Gene Kelly movie.

“You’re such a boy.” Ellie wrinkled her nose as she chewed on chocolate b.u.t.tons.

I glanced away from the sickly sweet romance to look at her across the room. She was sprawled over the couch, covered in chocolate wrappers. How did she not put on weight? “Because I hate cheesy romance?”

“No. Because you’d rather watch someone get pummeled than declare their love.”

“True.”

“Boy.”

I made a face. “I think Braden would disagree.”

“Ugh. That was mean.”

I grinned wickedly. “You called me a dude.”

She turned her head on a cus.h.i.+on to look back at me. “Speaking of… Not that I wanted to notice – I can’t help my exceptional observational skills – but you seem to be doing whatever you guys are doing on Braden’s schedule? You okay with that?”

It wasn’t that I hadn’t noticed that myself. But seriously, how could I argue with it? I ‘worked’ from home, and Braden worked all the time. When I did work, it was on two of the only nights Braden was free. “He’s a busy guy. I get that.”

Ellie nodded. “A lot of his girlfriends resented it.”

“I resent being called his girlfriend,” I warned her teasingly.

“I never called you his girlfriend. I just meant… actually, you know what, I don’t know what I meant because you two boggle my mind.”

I could tell she was getting ready to work her overly romantic self into a conniption over me and Braden, so I quickly changed the subject. “You haven’t said much about Adam lately.”

My roommate’s face fell and I wished I’d picked another subject to change my subject from. “We’ve barely spoken since that Sunday at Mum’s. I think he realized he was sending mixed signals so he’s just completely backed off.”

“I didn’t notice anything weird between you last Sunday when we were hanging out.”

“That’s because you were in Braden Land.”

I guffawed. “Yeah, okay.”

Ellie shook her head. “Delusional numpty.”

That was a new one. I couldn’t remember Rhian or James ever calling me that. “Did you just call me a numpty?”

“Yup. A delusional one.”

“What, may I ask, is a numpty?”

“A person demonstrating a lack of knowledge of a situation; a silly person; an idiot; a dumba.s.s. A delusional numpty: Joss Butler’s stupid, idiotic, blind misconception of the true nature of her relations.h.i.+p with my brother, Braden Carmichael.” She glowered at me, but it was an Ellie glower so it didn’t really count.

I nodded my head. “Numpty. Good word.”

She threw a cus.h.i.+on at me.

When Thursday rolled around and I got a text from Braden to tell me he couldn’t make it that night, I have to admit to a teensy little bit of disappointment. I couldn’t admit to being hugely disappointed because I’d stuffed that emotion under my steel trap door. He was in the final stages of closing a deal on the development he’d been working on this summer so I understood. It didn’t mean it didn’t suck.

I dug deep and wrote the entire day away, amazed and gratified that I’d managed to write a few more chapters without having to open up the memories that were sure to send me back into the bathroom with a panic attack. Although, admittedly, I hadn’t had one of those since the epic attack last Friday.

Thursday night with no Braden to keep me busy, I let Denzel ease my pain with a Denzel Was.h.i.+ngton marathon. Ellie gave up two movies in and went to her bed. A few hours later I was out.

I woke up as I felt the world drop beneath me. “What?” I mumbled, my eyes trying to adjust to the dim light.

“Shh, babe,” Braden’s low voice rumbled above me, and I realized I was in his arms. “I’m putting you to bed.”

I sleepily wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me towards my bedroom. “What are doing here?”

“Missed you.”

“Mmm,” I mumbled, burying deeper into him. “Missed you too.”

A second later I was out.

One minute I was dreaming the world was flooding, the water rising inside our apartment with no way out, my panic growing deeper and deeper as the water crept up towards the ceiling, leaving me waiting on imminent death, when a bolt of l.u.s.t shot between my legs and I looked down to see a gorgeous merman’s head there. The water drained away in an instant and I was flat on my back with the faceless merman who was now just man and he was licking away at me with gusto.

“Oh G.o.d,” I breathed, sensation ripping through me and pulling me with it into consciousness.

My eyes flew open. I was in my bed. It was morning.

And Braden’s head was between my legs.

“Braden,” I murmured, relaxing against the mattress, my hands sliding into his soft hair. He had the most magical tongue.

My h*ps jerked as he sucked at my c.l.i.t, his tongue circling it, his fingers sliding inside me. I lost control of my breathing, my heart pounding in my ears, and I was coming around his mouth in seconds.