My phone buzzes again. I ignore it. “Bristol.” I don’t knock, but I know she can hear me. She must hear me because she has to be thinking about that kiss.
She doesn’t answer.
I huff and walk down the hallway, as if I’m doing the walk of shame. I head for the elevator and glance at my phone—another text from Iris.
You still coming?
After what just happened between Bristol and me, I can’t.
I have to end things between us.
It feels wrong. And not because I haven’t kissed two girls in one night, although usually they’re in my bed.
It’s Bristol.
And she’s put me under some crazy spell, because everything I’ve ever experienced is pale compared to the feel of her lips sizzling on mine.
She’s a fucking witch, and I want more.
Nine
Harper
I’m dreading the entire drive to the Ricci family’s home. Tomorrow, we’re scheduled to take pictures for our wedding, and instead of coming on Saturday, our presence was requested Friday evening.
While I knew Luca would be expected to arrive on Friday and stay through Sunday morning, I wasn’t expecting Zeke and myself to both have to stay the weekend too.
Can’t say I’m happy with the news.
Zeke is asleep in the backseat.
“I heard you guys won the game yesterday.” I glance at Luca, who has his attention firmly planted on the road. He’s sporting a bruise on his chin that he didn’t have yesterday morning. “What happened?” I gesture toward the blemish.
“Hazard of the job.” He glances at me. “Hockey, not mafia.”
If he’s trying to make a joke, there’s no smile or laughter adorning his face. “I didn’t figure your father was behind the bruise. Rough game?”
“I kept getting my face smacked into the plexiglass. Wasn’t my night.”
“But you won. That has to count for something.”
He sighs. “Yeah, I scored three goals too.”
“Three?” My eyes widen. “That’s great!”
He purses his lips, clearly something else seems to be on his mind.
I refrain from asking because I already know he’s not going to tell me. It seems we’re not sharing much lately, aside from a last name.
Luca glances in the backseat, and then his shoulders soften. “Zeke seems to be doing better.”
Smiling, I nod. “Yeah, I should probably thank your mom for making that call to the pediatrician, bringing him out on such short notice.”
He shifts and glances at me. “Do you think you’ll ever want any more kids?”
His question catches me off guard. “Yeah, maybe. I mean, I’d like to give Zeke a sibling. One who’s close in age would be great, but I don’t think either one of us are ready for that kind of commitment.”
His gaze tightens.
