However, that changed nothing.
I wasn’t going back to a situationship and he couldn’t give me anything else.
“Well, you can dig around in my wardrobe, if you want,” I said. “And I enjoy sewing. If I can’t find anything I want in the store, I sew it myself. If there’s any simple patterns you want to learn, I’d be happy to teach you.”
She squealed like she’d just won the lottery instead of an invitation to the world of sewing.
“You couldn’t do better than to have Rosalie guide you,” Matt said, his eyes shining at me. “She’s the best person I know.”
And then I had a sudden, irresistibly attractive thought.
Matt and Dolly.
That might actually work.
If I could encourage him to get over this crush on me.
Matt was kind, sweet, and a true gentleman. Exactly who a literal angel like Dolly deserved. The last thing she needed was a rude, selfish asshole like Kingsley Ames.
Matt was fun for now, but we could never work in the long run. A sweetheart like him needed a woman he could protect and cherish.
And that wasn’t and had never been me. I was prickly, mouthy, and petty.
Petty as fuck.
And if Kingsley was going to go public with another woman, I was going to steal her out fromright under his nose.
CHAPTER 9
Kingsley
“What was that all about?” Eunice asked after my unsatisfying rage-wank.
“Nothing.”
“You seemed very upset about your friend Rosalie.”
I didn’t bother to respond.
“They’ve been friends since college,” Cornelius rushed in. “He’s just very protective.”
“We’re not just friends,” I said angrily.
Wherewasshe?
“What is she, then?” Eunice asked eagerly, but I didn’t reply.
Rosalie was my best friend, taker of no shit, a necessary and irreplaceable part of any tour, and someone who absolutely was not allowed to have sex with Matt or anyone else.
I did not care to investigate this further.
Hadn’t Rosalie been in love with me for years?
It was a constant, the delicious and titillating truth I’d known since she first turned those smoky gray eyes to me in college.
You couldn’t miss the way her chest rose and fell, the high flush in her cheeks, the way her pupils dilated when she looked at me.
She always had been in love with me, and I thought she always would be.
