She looks over my shoulder, and as I turn, I'm speechless, because there in front of me ismyKenzie in a knee-length, lilac, low-neck dress that fits her like a glove and compliments her porcelain skin. Her silver heels match her hair perfectly.
“Kenz, this is Kace.”
Both Kenzie and I burst into laughter. “We know each other,” we say in unison.
“You do?” Tiff is undoubtedly surprised.
“Long story. I’ll fill you in later,” Kenzie offers.
Tiff winks. "In that case, I'll let Kace give you the grand tour, and I'll make sure his brother is easing up on the canapés.” She laughs, tapping Kenzie on the arm.
Once alone, I look down at the ravishing beauty beside me and offer her my arm. "Shall we?"
“Coincidence,” she says as I lead her up the staircase to the first floor.
“I was thinking more along the lines of fate.” I laugh at myself.
“Is Kace getting all philosophical on me? I don’t even know your last name. I should know that before we go to the next base.”
I laugh. “Briggs.”
"Nice," she smirks.
“How about you?”
“You don’t want to know.”
"Now I really do." I grin down at her. I know that it couldn't be worse than her and her sister's names.
“Mackenzie,” she says.
I looked at her blankly. “You’re serious?” I laugh so hard I snort.
"I told you my parents had a sense of humor," she says dryly.
“Well, I think Kenzie Mackenzie has a ring to it.”
We walk past a guest room, and I pull her in and close the door, backing her against it, my hands above her head. "What are you doing? There's a whole house full of people."
“I know, but I’ve been dying to do this since I laid eyes on you.”
I catch her chin in my fingers, tilting it upwards until those pretty blue eyes meet mine. She is so beautiful, so incredibly perfect, she makes me lose my inhibitions. I press my lips to hers in a hungry kiss. She responds to me immediately, her hands reaching around my waist, pulling me closer. I want to claim her, my tongue pushing past her soft lips to capture hers with mine. She grips my head firmly as if to keep me from slipping through her fingers. I work my mouth against hers. I want to kiss her like no man has ever kissed her, make my mark on her soul. I pull back, reeling from the intensity of not just my feelings but my thoughts.
Her lips are beautifully swollen as her fingers touch them. I brush my lips against hers again, and she smiles.
“We should join the party. Tiff will send out a search party.” I chuckle.
We walk down the staircase, our hands laced together. I smile down at her, glad she is at my side and not some other woman Tiff thought would be great for me.
I look toward where my brother and Tiffany stand and freeze. His back is to me, but I would know him anywhere. Elaine stands next to him, holding on to her mother's arm. My father.
“We should get out of here,” I lean down and whisper to Kenzie.
She frowns. "Seriously, that's so kinky, but I have to show my face a bit longer."
“Kenzie, I . . .”
“Kenzie!” Tiffany shouts, waving us over, and I find myself being led down the stairs by Kenzie. I suck in a breath. I am so livid, I have to focus to hide the tremble in my hands. My whole body feels warm. I should let go of this and Kenzie and get the fuck out of here.
