Chapter 22: Pizza

Two days later, Lindi's phone beeped, and her stomach fluttered. If that was Rafe, she'd break it off. She still couldn't believe she'd demanded sex from him like some desperate woman. Her face had been burning ever since. She kept thinking of him, of the way his brown eyes flashed with heat when she'd said she wanted to hook up for sex.

Instead of Rafe, it was the renovator telling her that her apartment was ready. After the twins had been born, she bought this place. The building might be old and rundown, but they'd been happy here. They'd been living here for a little over two years when she'd bought a new apartment. The twins' insistence on learning things meant they'd had to find somewhere else to stay while their new apartment was being fixed up. Luckily, this old apartment of hers had still been empty; otherwise, she might have had to fork out hotel fees for a few weeks.

She went to the twins' room. "Our apartment is ready. Start packing."