บท 55: Chapter 55: POOR JUDGMENT

As I neared the kitchen door, I saw Flynn's outline standing under the light, and as I got closer, I heard him speaking on his cell phone. "Give him a hug from me. Yep, I'll be back the day after tomorrow, hon. No problem. See you around four."

Pretending not to notice him, I had almost made it to the door when he quickly placed himself between me and the doorframe.

"You ready to listen to reason now, Valerie?"

"I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

"Fine. We'll talk there."

"No way. You're not sleeping in my room."

"Where the hell do you suppose I sleep? I guess I'll have to bunk down in Martin's..."

"Don't you dare taunt me with that again," I said, as he slanted his head at me and raised a brow at my outburst.

"Fine. Whatever," I said, throwing my hands up in surrender. I wondered why my parents hadn't picked up on where Flynn had slept the night before, but neither of them had mentioned it. I had no intention of sleeping beside him again.