#Chapter 292: Wear These

I storm back into the house, leaving Neil alone on the back patio. By now, I’m certain that my second load of laundry is ready, so I swing by the garage to pick it up. Then, I lug it upstairs to sort and fold. I haven’t gotten very far when Beau waltzes straight into my room without knocking. Granted, I left the door open, but some verbal acknowledgement would have been nice before he strutted into my room like he owns the place. “I guess my boxers are no longer needed,” Beau says, and I freeze. I really hope he doesn’t ask for them back. Neil had totally trashed them last night when he ripped them to shreds with them still on my body. I tossed them in the trash after. “No,” I say carefully. “All of my laundry is clean now.” “A pity.” Beau stretches out across the foot of my bed. He peers over the pile of laundry with an almost bored look. But then his attention snags on something and his whole demeanor brightens. I should have known right away what it was. I should have c