“That’s the word you’re going with.”
I close the laptop halfway.“What do you want from me?”
“Honesty.”
“You can’t handle the truth.”
He snorts.“Try me.”
I run a hand through my hair.This conversation is heading somewhere I don’t particularly want it to go.“She’s dating someone,” I say.
“That wasn’t my question.”
“It’s my answer.”
Laine studies me for a moment.Then he takes a slow sip of his coffee.“You like her.”
I feel my shoulders tense.“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
I glance across the shop again.Quinn is helping Skye clean frosting off the counter now.She’s smiling.God, she has a nice smile.
“Damien.”
I drag my gaze back to my brother.“What?”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Looking at her like she’s the last cupcake in the bakery.”
I roll my eyes.“That’s dramatic.”
“It’s also accurate.”
I lean back in my chair.“Even if I did like her...”
“Which you do.”
“...it wouldn’t matter.”
“Because she has a boyfriend.”
“Yes.”
Laine nods slowly.“Fair point.”
“End of conversation.”I really fucking hope it is.I can’t keep having this conversation with him.She is off limits and I can’t do anything about it.No matter how hard I want to.
“Not quite.”
I glare at him.“Why?”
“Because you’re forgetting something.”
“What?”
