Kane—Asshole #2:Drive safe and share your location. Text us when you get there.
Reading their names on my screen, I chuckle inwardly. Maybe it’s time to update their contacts. I gave them those names when we couldn’t stand each other, but now they no longer fit.
After Gracie dropped me off a few hours ago, the first thing I did was take a shower. It’s been a long few days but an even longer night. I still can’t believe we pulled it off. While this has been the closest to finding answers, I have to admit I’m a little scared of what we’ll see on that drive.
Gracie said that the chancellor has some damning things on her father, so what if it’s something we can’t handle? They’ve gone to extreme lengths to keep this hidden; are we opening up an even larger can of worms?
I guess we’ll find out when the boys get home.
As soon as the thought registers in my mind, the front door flies open. Mountain steps into the living room, a smile tilting his lips. The closer he gets, the more my excitement grows, chest fluttering just a bit.
“Hey.” I smile.
Mountain wraps his arms around me, lowering himself to meet my height. “Hi.”
He kisses me, and I melt against him.
“What was that for?” I ask through a grin.
He stares for a minute, raking his eyes over my face. “I guess I just missed you.”
I exhale, letting his confession sink in. It’s not lost on me thathe’s consistently come out of his shell. It makes me feel good that I make him comfortable enough to do that.
“Missed you, too.”
“I’m going to change.” He walks around me, his hand grazing over the sliver of flesh above my shorts’ waistband.
Kane enters next.
His eyes are tired like he’s struggling to keep them open. When he finally looks at me, he tips his head, signaling for me to come to him. One foot after the other, I move forward until his cologne floods my senses.
Kane strokes my cheek then twirls a damp curl around his finger. He doesn’t speak, though, only admires me.
“You look like you’re ready for bed.”
He nods, his brows hiked into his hairline. “I am. Ready for a shower. You were gorgeous tonight.”
I smile. “So were you. I like the tight sweater look on you,” I tease.
He smirks, glancing away while rubbing a palm over his face.
“I do. It shows off the muscle.”
He huffs. “Sure. I’ma get out of this tight sweater.” He tugs me close. “Join me tonight?”
“Maybe.”
Kane pats my ass then turns toward his room, which is just past the kitchen. Once he’s no longer blocking my view, I see Alex standing in the threshold watching Kane with a strange look.
“Hey,” I mutter.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he steps into the living room, his face contorted.
“Something’s been bothering me all night,” he blurts.
Kane turns to see who he’s speaking to. But it’s obvious to methat he’s not talking to me, not when he’s shooting daggers into his bestie’s back.
“All the stuff the other night about why my father asked you to spy on Sam.” Alex inches closer to Kane, who’s now giving him his full attention.
