“Would you like more than friendship with him?”
I snorted. “I’m not sure we’re even that.”
She put her hand on my face. “Maybe that’s where you should start. Sex isn’t everything in a relationship. You need a foundation to build on.”
I was not talking about that with her. “I didn’t say anything about sex.”
My mother laughed. “You didn’t have to. It was written all over both of you when he walked in. Your father even noticed.”
I covered my face and groaned.
But before she could say anything more, the door opened, and Colin rushed in.
“Thank fuck you’re still up. I can’t find Allister. You’ve got to help me find him.”
I stood and went to the sofa to pick him up. Colin visibly crumpled, then bent over with his hands on his knees.
When I stopped in front of him, Colin looked up and took him from my arms. His fingers brushed across my chest, sending goosebumps over my skin.
“He’s been here with them since we left. Right, Mom?”
I turned to her to confirm my statement, but she was no longer there. She was so obvious.
“He’s been here, in your house, for two weeks?”
I smiled, then reached out to stroke the cat. “Yes. They brought him here because they didn’t want him to be alone. She said he curled up with Bella and has been there ever since.”
Allister jumped down, then went back to where he was sleeping with my dog.
Colin smirked at his cat, then turned his attention back to me. “I can’t believe they did that.”
I shrugged. “They love animals. He can stay if you need to get back to… Lucas,” I said like it was a dirty word.
Of course, he noticed. “He just left.”
My stomach roiled. “That was fast. So it wasn’t a date?”
He shrugged. “I got what I needed.”
That’s what I was afraid of.
Chapter 14
Colin
Jealousy was a fascinating emotion to observe. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d experienced it and given a shit. I didn’t allow anyone to hang around long enough to find out. Therefore, I assumed I recognized what it was, but did I really understand it?
Pulling out my phone, I did a quick Google search for the definition.
“What are you doing?” Mr. Paranoid was on full point.
“Checking on something.”
“Like what?” he grumbled.
When I found what I was searching for, I grinned. “Ah ha! Here it is.”
“Here’s what? What are you doing, weirdo?”
