I’d have to be insane if I was.

I was, however, apprehensive. I didn’t know what would happen now—if last night was the result of our texts or if it had something real behind it. Or if it could have something behind it.

I had also never been much of a one-night stand girl before, so I wasn’t sure what to say.

“What time is it?” Isaac murmured sleepily, stirring next to me.

“Six-thirty,” I replied, putting my phone back on the nightstand.

He groaned and rolled over. “I have to get up in ten minutes.”

“Sucks to be you.” I let him pull me into his arms, and I rolled over so that my head was on his chest. “I don’t have to wake up for another hour.”

“Let’s swap jobs.” He yawned, wrapping his arms around me tightly. “I’ll stay here and you can go and see all the tiny animals.”

“You have a duck in today, don’t you?”

I was kidding, but he laughed into my hair. “Yep,” he replied. “One of the farmers wants her newest duck to be checked over. God, I fucking hate ducks.”

It took everything in me not to curl up in a tight ball and laughing my fucking ass off. I just couldn’t put Isaac the dirty talker in the same bracket as Isaac the terrified of ducks.

I did want to see him treat a duck, though.

“I can’t say I have any idea how to give a duck a check-up.” I bit the inside of my cheek. “I doubt I’m very good at anything else to do with them, either. One kitten is enough for me.”

“I bet. He’s a handful, that’s for sure. The best kittens are, though.” He pressed a kiss to my jaw. “I need to get up before my cock gets up.”

I laughed, pulling the covers up over my face. “Good morning to you, too.”

His low chuckle followed him out of the room as he made his way into the bathroom. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand again and checked my notifications. As I was scrolling Instagram, a new message came through from Immy and I opened it.

IMMY: Can you be at the store for the delivery? Grandma JUST told me she has a doctor’s appointment at eight and needs me to take her

Damn it.

ME: Can’t Mason take her?

IMMY: No. He has a court case today.

ME: Tell him to try not to get himself locked up.

IMMY: LOL. Can you?

ME: Yes, but you owe me lunch. A good one.

IMMY: Fine. Grandma’s paying though.

ME: Damn right.

With a sigh, I put my phone back down and got out of bed. I was wearing nothing but panties and an oversized t-shirt, and I padded across the hallway to the bathroom.

“Knock knock,” I said in a bleary voice. “My boss wants me to work early. I need to shower.”

“Okay, hold on.” There was a moment of silence, then a flush. The tap ran in the sink, and he opened the door a second later. “Thought you didn’t have to get up for an hour?”