Before I could figure out what Blake actually thought of my confession there was a knock at the bathroom door.
“Victoria, is everything OK in there? You’ve been ages.”
Dammit, Brooke.
“Yeah, it’s fine. Just needed to wash my hair.”
“Alright. Well, don’t be too much longer, I have made pasta for dinner.”
I heard her walk away from the door, but by the time I could talk again the line was dead. Blake was gone.
I sighed and set the phone down so I could turn the shower off, then realized that I was bone dry and I had just told Brooke I was washing my hair.
I hopped into the shower and washed my hair as quickly as I possibly could so that my cover remained intact.
As I dried it off with a towel and got dressed again I thought properly about what Blake had said to me. I wondered if it w
