Chapter 44 Beach House

• [Denali’s POV]
• I hang up the phone and look around the room, trying to see exactly what I should pack. Although I was slightly uneasy about Rosco’s sudden phone call and then his insisting that we go somewhere for a week, who was I to argue with his decision?
• Sighing, I move toward the dresser and pull open the first drawer, which contains lacy bras and underwear in many different colors, all curtesy of Rosco. Since I didn’t have much when I moved in, he made sure to go crazy buying me things.