“I’m a massive fan of your mom,” I say.
Along with you and your brothers.
That is some crazy hot gene pool. I think it, but I don’t say it even though I want to because it would piss Kaiden off. But I’ve just figured out who the brunette is, and I don’t want to disrespect Kyler’s wife.
“She redesigned our pool house last year,” I say, “and I got such a kick out of it. My mom adored Kennedy Apparel, and she hero-worshipped Alex, and I wish she’d still been alive to see the awesome job your mom did with the place,” I gush. “It’s seriously my favorite place to hang out in my house,” I continue, without pausing for a breath, “and you’ve got to tell her I said hi, and—”
Kai covers my mouth with his hand, muffling the rest of my sentence, and I shoot daggers at him. “That was the worst example of word vomit I’ve ever had the misfortune to hear,” he says. “The muzzle hasn’t arrived yet, so someone had to shut you up.”
I’d flip him the bird if I had use of my hands, but he’s still securing them with his other hand. I bite down hard on the palm covering my mouth, and he wrenches his hand back, narrowing his eyes at me.
“You dare to bite me?” His tone is deathly quiet, but it promises a world of pain.
“I couldn’t fucking breathe, asshole.” I wriggle on his lap again, attempting to get free.
“Keep doing that if you want to get fucked six ways from Sunday.” He smirks, while I wish the ground would swallow me whole.
“And you have the nerve to callmeembarrassing!”
Kyler coughs to disguise his snort of laughter, and, of their own volition, my lips turn up at the corners. I glance at him, and he waggles his brows, grinning mischievously, and my heart is in a puddle somewhere on the floor.
“This is rich,” Kai growls. “You throw shade at me for talking with Faye, and now you’re mooning over Kyler like a prepubescent girl on her period.”
“I am not.” I smile apologetically at Faye, feeling like an ass for jumping to the wrong conclusion about her and hoping she’s not pissed I have a crush on her man.
“Don’t lie, babe.” He tweaks my nose. “Because I always know.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re hot when you’re angry.”
“Okay. Enough.” Rick rolls his eyes. “It’s like herding kittens.”
“You’re hurting my wrists. Let me go.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Screw off, Kaiden.”
“Remind you of anyone?” Faye says, grinning up at her husband.
“Wow. You have the most gorgeous accent,” I blurt, because it seems I can’t control my fangirl gushing.
“Thank you, Abigail, but I still don’t get how every American I meet is fascinated with Irish accents.”
Kai releases my wrists, repositioning me on his lap so it’s more socially acceptable. I attempt to maneuver onto the couch, but his arms wrap around me, caging me in, and I give up fighting. “It’s Abby,” I say. “And I apologize if I was rude earlier.”
“There’s noifabout it,” Kai drawls.
“No one asked you, asshat.” I huff. “And you wrote the manual on bad manners.”
Kyler chuckles. “I don’t think we were that bad,” he says, pinning his wife with a sultry look.
She folds her arms and narrows her eyes. “Remember the night I injured my foot and you crept up on me in the kitchen?”
“There was no creeping involved. You were as loud as a herd of elephants,” he replies.
She sighs, rolling her eyes and winking conspiratorially at me. “I rest my case.”
