I shook my head and bent down to get it. I didn’t need her looking at my face anyway.
It had to be red. I didn’t think Dean would even call again, but now he was working here? I thought he hated Strawberry Springs.
“So, should I call him?”
Did I even want to see him again? The way he stared at me like I was a bomb ready to go off didn’t feel great.
“He’s really expensive, though, isn’t he?”
“I can call him in for a favor. As long as you can handle some light flirting.”
Light flirting had gotten me pregnant.
At least I couldn’t get more pregnant.
And I doubted he was looking twice at me anyway.
“Okay, let’s call him.” It felt like pulling teeth, but as I picked up the box and saw how dusty the blankets were, I knew these would need more than a wash.
And I was freezing.
Wren stepped outside to call him, and I tried to prepare myself for the fact that I would be seeing Deanagain.
Wren walked back in. “All right, he’ll be here in a few.”
“So, how long is he staying?”
“No idea. He asked how much work I had, which is always promising. I know all the ladies missed him.” Wren laughed, but I was processing.
None of this made sense with how he’d acted. Just what was about to happen?
“Do you have any warm drinks?” Wren asked, rubbing her hands together. “That might help us both.”
“You don’t have to stay,” I offered. “I can handle Dean.”
“Dean constantly flirts. If you don’t want that, then I’ll help you out. I know how to keep him in line.”
I highly doubted he would flirt with menow. Our one, well, two-time thing, was over. This wasn’t a fun little escapade anymore. This was real life.
“But you were off for the night. I’m sure Henry wants to spend time with you.”
“He does, but making sure someone doesn’t freeze is also important. And I could fix that step out front. Did you know it was loose?”
“I’ll get to it,” I lied.
“Will you?”
“Seriously, I can’t ask you for anything else. This is enough.”
“Fine, I get it. Mollie doesn’t want me snooping around her place either. But let me at least make you a hot drink.”
“That’s a good idea, but this is my house and you’re my guest, so I’ll make something for the both of us,” I said. I led Wren to the kitchen.
“Wait, does this fireplace work?” she asked as I got water started. “I could light it for you.”
“Oh, um. I don’t think it does.” My cheeks burned. In reality, it probably did. But I hadn’t tried to light it since a bird made its nest in the chimney. I wasn’t sure why, but sweeps were expensive as hell, and I’d nearly passed out when I got an estimate.
Wren raised her eyebrows and I knew what she was going to offer.