“You’re welcome.”
Knox and I may have moved past the stage of anger, but she’s far from it. Things have always been tense between them, but now he isn’t in control of things between them—she is. I know he’s sorry, and maybe Heather does too, but that doesn’t change things. He is my brother and I can forgive him, but I’ll never forget the damage he inflicted on all of us. You can forgive someone without allowing them to take up space in your life.
Heather takes a bite of her garlic bread, and I can see the questions in her eyes as she chews and then swallows.
“So I’m here because you think I could be in danger?”
Killian is quick to respond.
“No. You’re here because weknowyou’re in danger, Killer. Once Jedediah finds out you’ve been released, he’s going to be furious. A judge put you there, so there are likely feds swarming our property. Whether it’s the Prophet or a team of agents does not matter.You are in danger. Because of me, and I won’t make another mistake with you.”
She takes a sip of wine and continues to complain.
“So we just stay here doing nothing, until you-” she cuts herself off before continuing, “fight.”
Knox winks at her.
“Don’t worry, Tesoro. We will keep youveryentertained.”
Heather's cheeks are a beautiful crimson, a sinful smile playing on her lips as she teases my brother in response.
“I’m going to hold you to that.Sir.”
I glance at Killian and see him struggling with obvious jealousy. I’d lose my mind if Knox got to have her and I didn’t.
“We can watch a movie. Heathen's choice.”
She glances from me to Knox before she turns to Killian.
“You have movies here?” She asks excitedly.
Kill nods, “Yeah, Killer. We have movies. This place is not meant to be torture. It’s a place to stay safe while having most of the comforts of home.”
Heather takes a few more bites of her food and sets her fork down.
“Can I take a shower?”
I nod while swallowing my food.
“Of course. Each bedroom has a shower. Kill’s is the largest, but you can use whichever you want.”
All three of us watch her every move as she rises from the table. She takes her plate into the kitchen and rinses it, all our eyes on her as if it’s fascinating. Heather makes the most mundane tasks enticing.
Her skirt lifts, showing her toned thighs as she places her plate and fork in the dishwasher. She turns to us and catches our eyes on her.
There it is again.
That fucking blush.
A shy smile.
And the slight jiggle of her ass as she leaves the room to shower.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
KNOX
Killian and I clean the kitchen as Heather takes a shower in my bathroom and Carter in his.
