Leaving me plenty of time to think about Sebastian.
He looks like he got about as much sleep as I did, his eyes tarnished with heavy circles. That he still showed up here to help me speaks volumes. It must be in his protective nature. Or he’s still hoping to get laid.
Maybe I’m too cynical.
Regardless, I wonder how long I have him for today, before he leaves.
I direct my focus to Dakota, though I can still feel Sebastian’s eyes on me. “I borrowed your shirt, just until I can get my clothes out of Ned’s. Hope that’s okay.”
Dakota merely winks, and I know it has nothing to do with borrowing her clothes.
“This is really nice work, Ivy. You should be so proud of yourself.”
As awkward as this is, I should probably check on Sebastian’s tattoo. “Did you follow my instructions?” I ask, moving in closer to inspect the swollen lines and pink skin around it. As expected only twelve hours later. But I can tell that he’s already washed off the ointment and coated it with fresh moisturizer.
“It took a while,” he says, lowering his arm. “We should probably get going so we get to your shop for nine, right?”
Dakota and I now seem to be ogling him without shame. I clear my throat. “Yeah. I don’t want the painters taking off.”
Dakota, who still has his shirt hiked up and bunched in her fist, lets it fall. She pats him on the shoulder. “Grab the spare key hanging by the door on your way out.”
I assume that instruction was for me, but who knows with her? “Will you be here later?”
“I’m heading into work soon, but I’ll be back before dinner.” Dakota opened a little store five minutes away, basically replicating the same one that her aunt owned in Sisters, which sold an eclectic collection of art and jewelry made of recycled and natural materials. As far as I can tell, it’s doing quite well, but that would make sense given this is California, and everyone’s about the environment and art.
“Oh, don’t let me forget, I want you to look at a design I did. I’m thinking of having you do one here.” She trails her fingertip down the top of her right shoulder.
I’ve done all of Dakota’s work, save for her first. “All right. I’ll make sure to bring my kit with me when I come back tonight.” To Sebastian, I ask, “Ready?”
He nods, taking quick steps to get in front of me and out the door, as if he’s eager to get away from Dakota as fast as possible.
“I thought you said you knew how to tell time?”
“I said I’m never late.”
“Thirty minutes early is almost as bad as being late.”
“That shirt looks nice on you,” he responds, ignoring my selfish complaint completely.
“Then enjoy it, because it’ll be the last time you see me in anything that resembles bubble gum,” I grumble, opening his passenger-side door. “Can you drop me off at my house after so I can get out of it?”
“Yeah. But I’ll be coming with you. You’re not going in there alone.”
“Is that so?” I roll my eyes, but I can’t ignore the small thrill that zips through my body. God, I think I’m attracted to this dominating side of him, and I hate it when guys try to tell me what to do. But when Sebastian does it, I don’t mind. It makes me feel safe. Maybe that’s because, for the first time in my life, I truly am not safe. “Do you think the burglary might not have been random?”
With his hand on the ignition, he pauses. “Can you think of any reason why someone might want to break into your dead uncle’s house?”
“No.” Same answer I gave to the cops last night. “But there must be a reason.”
“Did he say anything to you recently, about coming into money or needing money?”
“You think this was about money?”
“Everything’s about money,” he says under his breath.