It’s like I can’t help myself. I look her over from head to toe, telling myself I’m simply ensuring she’s okay after all she’s been through, but even I don’t believe myself.
I’ll take curvy waist and red hair for 500.Des’s stupid comment plays in my head, and I feel like a pervert for noticing just how curvy she is.
“I’m just going to...” She gestures into the room before walking in and looking around.
I might be good with numbers and tech, but suddenly, I’m thrilled we have Vince for everything else. I would no doubt give us away in less than thirty seconds if ever questioned about anything less than legal, we might be a part of because it’s taking every ounce of self-control to keep myself from looking at the cabinet I know Addy is currently in.
“Are you okay?”
Her question feels loud in the otherwise silent room. I squeeze my eyes closed and take a deep breath before opening my eyes again and turning to face her.
She’s closer than I expected; usually, she gives me a wide berth, again my fault. But I guess with her looking for Addy, that isn’t her focus right now, considering she’s currently on the ground near the couch, where I assume she just searched for Addy.
Kat peers up at me, those bright green eyes looking so intense that I have to fight the urge to look away.
If I look anywhere else right now, I know it’s going to be the damn cabinet!
“Fine,” I manage to clip out, sounding colder than I intended, and I watch her lips pull down in a frown.
I need to leave before I make this any more awkward, because while it feels impossible, I’m sure I’ll find a way. The only problem is I don’t exactly want to leave Addy alone in there.
What if Kat doesn’t stumble upon her and goes to check somewhere else?
How long would Addy sit in there and wait? It’s not as if the house is small.
No, I’ll just read some more for now.
I move to the other couch that sits across from the one Kat is searching beneath and gather up my book before taking the same seat I’d been in a moment ago.
I just need to keep myself busy, but even as I look at the page and focus hard enough to burn a hole through it, it doesn’t stop me from feeling the weight of her gaze.
Sure enough, I look up to find her looking right at me, her brows pinched together, making her nose wrinkle adorably…
No.
I open my mouth to say something, hoping to free myself from her focus, but she beats me to it.
“Are you sure you're okay?”
Ugh, why does she have to be so caring and in tune with everything? It makes it incredibly hard to hide anything from her, and I hate lying to her.
Thankfully, I don’t have to. Before I can answer, something catches her eye. She pushes off the ground and moves around the table to look at the stack of magazines I placed there only a few moments ago.
The longer she looks, the more nervous I get, which is ridiculous because, for one, this is a child's game, and for two, there should be no reason for her to connect that stack of magazines with me helping Addison hide.
I watch as she looks up at me before spinning around to look over the rest of the room, spinning in place before stopping, once again facing me.
Instead of the confusion from a moment ago, her face is lit with a smile so full of joy it’s hard to look at her.
She’s so beautiful.
“You’ve helped her.”
It’s not a question, but she doesn’t push; instead, she moves right toward the cabinets where Addy is.
If I were a goodbig brother,I would stop her, cause a distraction, or something, but I can’t bring myself to do it.
I sit watching her long enough to see her crouch down in front of the cabinet and hear Addy’s squeal of surprised joy when she yanks it open before I all but bolt from the room.
