Monday afternoon, I’m in the weight room, trying to burn off the restless energy that’s been building since last weekend, when she walks in.
Kendall moves through the doors with her camera bag slung over her shoulder and that leather notebook tucked under her arm. She’s wearing black leggings and an Angels hoodie that shouldn’t look as good as it does. While it’s not surprising, she doesn’t even glance in my direction as she heads toward the hallway.
Hunter intercepts her within three steps.
“There she is.” He grins wide, all swagger and confidence as he approaches her. “Starting to think you’ve been avoiding me.”
“Sorry. I’m super busy.” Her voice carries across the room, warm and teasing in a way she never sounds with me. “Trying to stay ahead of schedule.”
He steps closer, leaning against the doorframe like he owns it. “You know what you need? Dinner. I know this place in the Village with an incredible wine list.”
“Hunter.” She’s smiling now—actually smiling at this idiot. “You already know my answer and the rules. No dating Angels, unless you can get permission from my dad.”
“Rules are suggestions. Maybe I’ll ask him.” His hand casually lands on her arm while my grip tightens on the dumbbell until my knuckles go white.
She can flirt with whoever she wants, but her body is mine. Right now, Hunter is standing close enough to count her freckles while I’m across the room, pretending I don’t give a shit.
The weight clanks back onto the rack, and I head for the showers without finishing my set. We don’t even look in each other’s direction.
That night, while I’m sprawled on my couch, pretending to watch game film, my phone vibrates. I grab it, hoping it’s her.
Addison
You good? Mom said she spoke to you, and you sounded tense.
Of course, my sister is calling me out. She doesn’t let anything slide, which is exactly why I need to keep her far away from whatever this thing is with Kendall.
Patterson
Fine. Very focused on the season. Have a lot on my mind.
Addison
Mm-hmm. So, tell me about this revolving door of dates you’ve been on.
Patterson
My personal life is none of your business.
Addison
Wow. Defensive much? Seems to me like you’re overcompensating for something.
She’s right, and I hate that she’s right. This version of me is performing for an audience of one, hoping Kendall sees every headline and feels something. Then again, this is why I have a fan club of mostly women.
Patterson
Drop it.
Addison
Fine. But when you’re ready to tell me what’s actually going on, I’m here for you. Come on, you know you’re my favorite brother.
Patterson
Right. I’m sure you tell Jamie the same thing.
Addison
