Yes,spectacular.
I’m cynical, not blind.
The few pounds she gained since getting kicked off the cheerleading squad did wonders on her former stick-person figure.
She’s got curves.
Sensual, seductive curves. A waistline slim enough that I’d circle it with both hands, ass juicier than a peach. Perky breasts top out the brain-melting hourglass figure.
Legs to her fucking armpits.
Not that she’s flaunting any of that, but I have every inch of her body committed to memory. At least those inches she proudly showed off. There are a few inches I haven’t seen. Inches I was dying to see when she showed up at college on her first day as a freshman.
Her long, brown hair frames her face, highlighting that pouty mouth, button nose, and full cheeks. I can hate her all I want, but there’s no denying the facts. Blair’s always been my type of gorgeous with a head-turning combination of dark hair and blue eyes. Always a looker. Always commanding attention.
And now, wearing cute jeans and a plain white tee, she’s fucking stunning. Too bad the beautiful exterior’s only skin deep. She’s rotten to her very core.
Also... too bad my dick doesn’t care about her personality.
I’m rock fucking hard.Again.
“Sounds like you need help,” Blair says, breaking the tense silence as she peeks under my arm at River.
He sits on the rug, cute face wet and pink. I raise a questioning brow instead of slamming the door in her face.
“Yourhelp?” I give a derisive snort. “That’s the last fucking thing I’ll ever need.”
Her demeanor dims, hurt veiling her features. “He’ll cry himself sick, Cody. He’s been going for twenty minutes.”
“No shit. I was here the whole time.” My head’s about to pop, which might be why I’m dumbfounded enough to still be talking to Blair. “I’ve got four nephews, so I’ve seen it all. I’m not fucking new to this.”
“I’m not saying you’re new,” Blair retorts. “I’m just offering help.”
“I’d rather crash Theo’s date.”
Folding her arms over her chest, she lifts her chin, shepherding the hurt until it’s almost hidden. “Would the crown fall off your head if you’d stop acting so hostile? I want to make things right, but you’re not even giving me a chance to apologize—”
“I don’t give a shit about your apologies. They don’t mean a thing when they’re not fucking honest, and you don’t know what honesty is. Leave me the fuck alone.”
Regret strikes me square in the jaw when her defensive shell cracks, exposing her hurt she tried to hide.
I hate her. I can’t stand her, but acting like an asshole puts me on her level, and no way I’ll meet her there.
River starts awkwardly crawling toward us, his motor skills exceptionally well developed. Noah didn’t start moving about until he was ten months, lazy as his dad, but River has been attempting to crawl for a month already.
“Listen...” I say, exhaling a long breath while hauling River into my arms. “He’s dry, fed, and keeps tossing the water bottle away. He’s just fussy like his dad. He’ll be fine.”
“Or he’s tired,” she points out.
“No. I put him in bed three times. He crawls right out. Put some earplugs in. Theo’s picking him up in two hours.” I’m about to slam the door but stop when I realize bouncing did the trick. River’s quiet. A triumphant smile stretches my lips. “See? He’s fine.”
Not waiting for another word from Blair, I shut the door. My smile dissipates the instant River’s mouth curls down, andthree, two, one... the concerto resumes.
“You have to be fucking kidding, little man,” I groan, watching his big, brown, teary eyes glued to the door. “You’re killing me here. We were doing so well.”
Testing what I already know, I grab the handle. Blair’s still in the hallway, facing my condo, arms crossed.
The triumphant smile that took real estate across my face a moment ago now adorns her lips because... what do you know? With a tiny hiccup, River falls silent, staring at Blair like she’s a fucking godsend. She’s not. I bet she’s got ties with the devil.
