Maybe I’ll take a page out of her book—girlfriend today, mine forever. Po-tay-to. Po-tah-to.
“She told me I didn’t need to book her a room.”
I still at the cold voice, any amusement fading as I turn to face Damon.
And I know I talked a big game earlier to Kylie about her not needing to worry, that her brother wouldn’t trade me just because I’ve dared touch his little sister.
But the murder in his eyes right now…
He would burn down the world for her.
A hockey team would be small potatoes.
“I don’t think I need to give voice to what’s running through my head.”
“You don’t,” I say when he pauses, my eyes drawn toward the entrance where Ky and Joey are waiting inside in the warmth until the cars are pulled around. “She’s…” I shake my head. “Well, fuck, you know how special she is.”
A beat, then a sharp, frigid reply. “I do.”
“And I know she’s…” I can’t say broken, because despite her own words, the panic in the kitchen, the fear she feels from touch, she’s not that.
No fucking way.
She’s damned smart and funny as hell and has a beautiful heart.
She just needs someone to give her something…good.
Something great.
Something beautiful.
“I promise I won’t hurt her.”
“I know you won’t.”
Startled, my eyes fly to his.
“Because if you were, you’d already be dead.”
Twenty-One
Ky
“You mad?” I ask quietly as we push into Colt’s hotel room.
“Mad?” He catches the door before it can slam. “What could I possibly be mad about?”
“That I conspired with Blake for one?” I deliberately look away from the bed and walk over to the desk shoved in one corner, perching on the edge of it. “That I showed up without a word for another and crashed your charity event.”
He flicks the lock and leans back against the door. “You talked to Blake.”
I still.
Because I can’t get a read on his tone.
“Um, yeah.”
“And you showed up for me today because he told you about our parents.”
