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“Seriously?” I twirl the barely there lace panties around on my finger.
“I grabbed the first thing I could find,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender, attempting at an innocent face but his eyes quickly spark.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Do you need a hand putting them on?”
I throw him a look, half-amused, half-withering. It’s true when I said I don’t know what to do with him.
“Fine.” He chuckles. “Just trying to help.”
I shimmy them on under my robe while Brook searches around for my sneakers.
“Do you think you can walk?” he asks when he comes back.
“I don’t think I want to put any weight on that side,” I admit.
“I’ll carry you to the car.”
“You seem to be doing a lot of that lately.” I give Noodle a pat and tell her mommy won’t be long.
“At least, in the last week anyway.” He purses his lips for effect, then scoops me up again.
“Ow!”
“Sorry.”
I wrap my arms around his neck as he walks up the hall and one-handedly unlatches the door. I take a moment to press my face into his chest, reveling in his gorgeous, masculine scent. It’s so familiar and sexy, and everything Brook. I’ve missed it so much.
When he pulls the door open, we both shriek at the same time.
Kirk is standing there right in front of us, about to knock on the door.
Holy shit!
He gapes with his jaw just about hanging on the floor when he sees us both. And I’m in Brook’s arms, no less.
“What the hell!” Brook gruffs, his tone showing exactly how he’s feeling.
I think if he wasn’t holding me in his arms, he’d probably have lashed out and punched Kirk already.
“What are you doing here?” I shriek.
Kirk is immediately caught off guard, if his scowl is anything to go by. “What are you two doing?” He glares at me, then Brook.
“None of your Goddamn business!” Brook shouts.
And so the showdown begins.
“You came all the way here to ask me that?” I balk incredulously at Kirk.
Brook barges past him, almost knocking him out of the way as he pulls the front door shut behind him and strides over to his truck. He unlocks it, somehow still holding me, and slides me onto the passenger seat.
“She’s hurt, you idiot. Can’t you see that?” Brook is seething. I feel the heat and anger radiating from him, if his icy tone isn’t anything to go by, his rigid body language sure is.
“I just want to talk to her, she won’t answer my —”
I’m tempted to block my ears to try and drown him out, not that it would do any good.
