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We’re quiet for a while. A companionable and, at the same time, tense silence. Is it sinking in to them what they’ve done? The attention they’ll attract in the coming week?
Gabriel was a target before. Tech’s Boy Wonder who became a titan. On the covers of magazines. He’s been a household name since before I was in high school. Everyone wants a piece of his brilliant mind and his technology.
I wish I could believe that an auction like this would be a blip on the radar. It shouldn’t be. But the amount of money raised will be in all the papers, and the foundation will never stop touting it.
Why would they?
Alex and Gabe’s names, not to mention mine, will attract attention to their cause for a long time.
And Alex... From what I gather, he lives his life well out of the spotlight. He knows everyone, and everyone knows him, but why did he do it? Why did he put himself and his checkbook on display like that?
Except, I know the answer to that, don’t I? He’d seen my anxiety and wasn’t about to let me flounder alone.
I should have kissed him in the backseat of his SUV when I had the chance. The truth burns through me. I wanted to. Badly.
I glance at my phone again, at all the text messages piling up. People I know and love, people I’ve barely spoken to before. Nameless numbers.
Everyone wants a piece. They always do. I don’t know how Ford lives life so out in the open. And Amelia, well, she’s been the drama queen/daughter my mother always wanted since she could say her first word. Gimme.
I’m definitely at the bottom of the totem pole until my mother wants something from me. I don’t want to live like that anymore.
Ignore my wishes, mother, and I’ll ignore yours.
More anxiety slips from my shoulders.
I click on Kingston’s name.
Kingston: told you the green dress was the one.
I huff a laugh. He might try to ignore the Saint blood running through his veins, but over a century of design prowess would be hard to deny.
Katherine: You were right. As usual.
When it comes to dressing well, he’s got it down to an art form. Generations of Saints would roll over in their graves otherwise. From his great-great-great grandmother, who started what is now one of the world’s most exclusive luxury brands with her cosmetic line. And then every generation since has expanded and grown the company to include clothing, handbags, and even home decor.
Except for Kingston. He noped out of the chaos before his twenty-fourth birthday.
“What are you smiling about?” Gabe asks.
I meet his gaze. “A good friend.”
“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” His lips pull up in a sinful smirk.
“It’s not like that, not that it’s any of your business.”
“I made it my business tonight.”
11
KATHERINE / KINGSTON
Katherine
Gabe’s blue eyes lock with mine across the small helicopter, and a tremor quakes in my tummy. A spark of something wicked and delightful and forbidden flares to life in my chest, swooshing lower before zinging through my veins.
He made me his business.
That shouldn’t please me as much as it does.
