Chapter 142: STEALTH MODE: VALERIE
When he had been downstairs for five minutes, I rolled to the edge of the bed and went to look over the mezzanine. Flynn was sitting still naked, and looked relaxed with one leg spread along the sofa, the other on the floor. He was talking quietly, and I couldn't hear what he was saying. My intuition told me he was talking to a woman.
From my vantage point above him in the dark, I saw him sprawled out with just one end table lamp on. Occasionally, his eyes flicked up toward our bedroom like he was checking to make sure he couldn't be heard. I knew it wasn't anything to do with the band, and Clayton would never have called him at that hour of the morning.