His pants are tight enough that the muscles of his thighs clearly tense under them as he crosses his legs, arching a brow as he catches me looking.
Pleasure runs through me as I remember the way Kane spoke to me and held me the last time we met. Even though our kisses were hot and rushed, the few real conversations we had meant so much. And my annoying omega side wants to take advantage of that and bathe in his attention.
Goddamn hockey players.
“What can I say? Luke and I meeting was the same as ours: fate. We’ve become the best of friends. Despite everything.”
The way Kane’s head tilts and his sparkle tells me enough.
“Have you been acting weird again?” I ask Luke, narrowing my eyes.
“Ha ha… well… see… there’s a reason for that…” My trusty brother avoids my gaze.
“Please tell me you haven’t been doing it with the nurses and doctors as well?”
“No! It’s just that Kane can actually put up with that shit. I mean, it’s his fault really, he’s letting me act out.”
“Well, you haven’t scared him off, so I guess there’s that,” I say. “I came to talk to you about the hospital anyway.”
“I chose to come here,” Kane says, his voice softening. “I wouldn’t spend time with Luke if I didn’t want to.”
His expression shifts from flirty to kind and understanding as I slouch into the chair. I don’t want to imagine what Luke’s told him.
“Have you been sharing all my secrets with Kane?”
“No way! I wouldn’t do that!” he says, holding up his hands. “You’re getting a big head again. Not everything is about you, you know?”
I eye up the empty brown takeout bag with obvious grease stains on the other side of the bed, and he cringes. “Okay, yeah, maybe one or two stories from back in Michigan… but I swear it’s none of the bad stuff. Like how brave and heroic you were when we were kids, and I just went around crying all the time.”
I roll my eyes because I know exactly which story he told, especially from the way Kane is grinning.
“You told him the one about Mr. Collins, didn’t you…?” I ask, and Luke grimaces. It’s his favorite story because it’s how our grandparents first figured out we were switching places.
“To be fair, I liked hearing a story about how you punched an eighty-year-old man in the balls while dressed as Luke,” Kane says, barely holding back his laugh.
He’s so inviting. Why is every expression he makes even better than the last? And his scent is so perfect, it’s like he has a constant aura of sex around him.
I’m trying to control myself, but I end up scowling at him because I can’t deal with myself. I know I go alpha crazy before my heat, but it’s getting ridiculous. It’s still two weeks away, so I shouldn’t be in the danger zone.
I’ve barely been in the ward for a minute, and I’m so close to perfuming that all Kane has to do is spread his arms and say,Come here, omega, and I’ll be his.
I turn back to Luke, who’s glancing at us with gleaming eyes.
Tugging my lip ring between my teeth, I force back the whirling heat that’s building up in my body. I hope my cheap-ass suppressants will hold out long enough that they leave for their away game, and I can move out before anything bad happens.
“Besides, Luke said you were going to visit, so I thought I’d join the party. You don’t really smell like coffee—is Timber out?”
I nod, though guilt already floats through me.
“Hm, that’s a shame. I hoped you’d be smothered in it so I could have the full combo,” he says.
“Ew. Gross,” Luke cuts in before I can get even hornier. “Don’t flirt with my sister right in front of me, man. I told you about that.”
Kane just keeps staring at me, and the need I’ve stuffed down since me and Timber got back from the market a few days ago is surging up too quickly.
The second I slick, Kane’s expression grows hotter, and I nearly groan at how he shifts in his chair.
He uncrosses his legs, coming first in the man-spreading Olympics as he reclines back.
