Chapter 34

With Flynn on her heels, Gabby walked into her small ranch house and set the keys on the entryway table. She eyed her big, cozy blue chair by the living room window with longing and then frowned at her clothes. Shower first. Drop dead after.

She turned to tell Flynn she'd be right back, but the tension in his shoulders and around his eyes gave her pause. He'd been acting strangely for two weeks. And she was no idiot. Between the heated stares and his attempt at avoidance, she was past suspecting his attraction.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, making his T-shirt stretch over his biceps, and studied her hardwood floor as if he'd find the answers to solving world hunger between the dark-stained planks.