So he wanted to come to her place for a quickie. Well, what did she expect? Romance? No. She didn’t expect that, and, more to the point, she didn’t want that. If they were going to keep having sex, and it seemed like they were, it had to be just that. Sex.

Eve: Well, you’d better get a move on then.

Sawyer: We’ll leave time to talk about flooring.

Eve: Wow, you *really* don’t know how to sext.

This was all wrong. As Sawyer parked behind the Mermaid, he considered hiding the condoms in the trunk and saying he’d forgotten them at home.

After he’d driven her home last night—no, after he’d driven her back to the inn, which was not her home—he’d talked himself into driving to Grand View to buy condoms, repeating to himself the Sawyer, it’s just sex disclaimer she’d fed him.

He had told himself that if she could think of it that way, he could, too. And if it was just sex, he could let her go when the time came. Did he want to never have sex with her again, or did he want to turn off his emotions and enjoy her while she was here? Now that he’d had a taste of grown-up Evie, there was no question.

So why did he feel so squicky all of a sudden?

Maybe it was the quickie aspect of things. Even if this was just a physical thing, Evie deserved more than a hurried tumble between other obligations. That was what they had done—out of necessity—when they were teenagers. Finding places to have sex had been a challenge. They would wait until Lucille was out and lock themselves into Evie’s room, mostly, but the fear of getting caught had always loomed.

All right. So they’d talk about her flooring problem and schedule another time to have meaningless—but unhurried—sex. Problem solved. He knocked on the door.

Maya opened it. “Hey, Chief!”

“Hi, hi!” Evie appeared over Maya’s shoulder. She made a face that was at odds with her chipper greeting and mouthed, “Sorry.”

“What’s up?” Sawyer said to Maya. What he meant was Why are you here, and how can I get you to go away? Even if they weren’t going to have sex, he wanted Evie to himself.

“I’m trying to get Eve to go to Toronto for her job interview.”

Wait. What? “Job interview?” he echoed.

“She was going to do it over Skype.” Maya snorted.

“They already know me!” Eve protested. “Everyone on the hiring committee knows me.”

He was trying to catch up. “Is this the collections development thing?”

“Yes. The job was posted last week. I have a Skype interview set up for four o’clock today.”