AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I like having both of them under my roof. I’m not going to deny it or dissect it. It just is. In the same way Alex and I became instant friends. He never gave me a chance to second guess him or our friendship or even myself and my place at MIT.
“I don’t want to fight,” I whisper. There’s plenty I’ll go to battle for. But a woman? Against the man who helped me survive my first year away from home?
That doesn’t sit right.
So the question is, if he doesn’t like sharing her, but she’s the balm he needs, can I give her up?
“Me either.”
My gut tightens, and I take a hearty sip, letting the liquid warm me from the inside out. Should I ask him? Straight up? It’s on the tip of my tongue. What are we doing?
“Vic said the jerk-off from the auction showed up looking for Katherine this morning,” Alex says, glancing at his phone.
He doesn’t have to elaborate on who the ‘jerk-off’ is. I remember. I’ve never felt possessive of a woman before. Not until I saw that man gripping Katherine’s arm so tightly. Until I saw her clear disinterest in him.
My jaw works back and forth, and I take a deep breath.
“I hope Vic told him where he could go.”
Alex runs a hand up and down the back of his neck, his brows pinched in contemplation. “He’s the least of our problems right now.”
“What do you mean?”
He nods out toward the beach.
I follow his gaze and see Kingston Saint stop at Katherine’s feet. “What the hell is he doing here?”
I stalk to the back door, but Alex clamps a hand over my shoulder, stopping me.
“Wait.”
Not a chance in hell. He made our girl sad.
I round on my best friend. Doesn’t he want to give that trust fund baby a piece of his mind?
33
KINGSTON
Katherine’s mouth is set in a neutral line. Not frowning. Not smiling.
I want to kiss her. Again. But that didn’t go over well last night, so I’ll keep my lips to myself.
For now.
Her eyes rake me up and down, slow and thorough, as I slow to a walk and suck in a lungful of air.
“Hey,” I say, still not sure of my welcome.
“Hi.”
There’s an uncomfortable silence as we stare at each other. Things have never been awkward like this before.
My gut tightens.
Snagging my t-shirt, I mop the sweat from my face and glance up at the house. A quintessential Hamptons style that has seen better days.
Why am I so freaking tongue-tied? I’m not exactly the silent type. And definitely not around her.
