“I can come in, show you the move the trainer’s been using on me. It’s really effective.” Weston dangles the offer, like I can’t figure out he wants to spy on me.
“No, thanks. I’ve got it. Need to get to bed anyway. Ice time will come early tomorrow.”
“Right.” Callum nods, shoving his hand in his pocket.
I guess they’re buying it.
A soft buzz sounds behind me.
Shit.
The bathroom fan. Tori must have accidentally hit it.
“What’s that?” Weston leans in, craning to see inside my room. I step forward, closing the gap.
“AC kicked on.” I scrub my right hand over the back of my neck, heat prickling beneath my hand.
“It’s sixty degrees outside.” Weston screws his mouth up like fucking Sherlock Holmes.
“You work for the Weather Channel now, Captain America?” My tone’s edgy. I want these nosy motherfuckers to scram. “Can I catch some shut eye? Or we gonna stand here and shoot the shit all damn night?”
Callum moves in closer to me, dropping his voice low. “Whatever you’re doing, Bennett—be careful. It’s not worth getting burned.”
Then he strolls away, all nonchalant.
Callum’s not joking. He’s never joking.
And that fact scares the shit out of me.
Weston hooks his thumb in Callum’s direction. “I second that. Don’t be stupid.”
“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.” I roll my eyes, hot irritation rising in my chest like heartburn.
“You have a pattern, Benny. Self-destruction’s kinda your MO.”
“Fuck off, Weston.” Anger tinges my words. But Weston doesn’t take the bait, stays calm.
“Night.”
He follows Callum down the hall and I shut the door with a decisive click. Leaning against the wood, I take a deep breath.
Self-destruction’s kinda your MO.
He’s not wrong — and that pisses me off more than anything.
I’m tired of being the fuck up, the brother making headlines.
The bathroom door cracks open and Tori tiptoes out, her lone shoe dangling from her hand.
“You okay?” The words come out rough. From the close call, from seeing her like this.
Rattled. Undone.
Sexy as hell.
Her hair’s loose, falling over her shoulders. Lipstick smeared from earlier, her breath still coming in quick bursts from the adrenaline.
God, I fucking want her.
