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“Hi, boys,” Bellamy bounces over and kisses the guys on the cheek, then looks at me and curls her lip. “Missed you when you guys got in last night.”
Killian wraps an arm around her shoulder. “Looking good, B. Got a hot date?”
“Not exactly.” A coy smile plays on her lips, and she looks right at me. “Caitlin does though.”
My stomach drops.
It’s been three fucking months, and not a day has passed that I haven’t regretted what I did. How I fucked it all up. Then I remember Sam’s words and know I’d do it again if it meant keeping her safe.
Bellamy is the only one who knows, and I’m pretty sure if I still lived with them, she’d have cut my balls off in my sleep already because she only knows whatever Caitlin told her.
Cait can’t ever know the rest.
She never said a word to Maddox, and neither did I, even if it makes me a shit friend most of the time. He’s been traveling with Killian on and off more lately, so at least I haven’t had to lie to his face.Not much.Not until now, when I have to keep my fucking mouth closed and act like Bellamy didn’t just land a knockout blow.
“Who the fuck is the date with?” So much for keeping my mouth shut.
“Is Jude with her?” Maddox asks, and Killian laughs.
“Why would Jude be on a date? Everything okay?” I tryand failto sound casual about it.
“It’s like the two of you have never seen her date before. She’s a big girl.” Killian tugs Bellamy against his side. “And you. Don’t egg these assholes on. One of Dad’s fighters needs a stylist, according to his agent. He was meeting with Caitlyn today. That’s all it was.”
“Dinner is a date.” Bellamy pushes away from Killian and cocks her eyebrow my way. “When a man takes you out, it’s a date. He opens a door, buys a meal, and if he’s lucky, gets a goodnight kiss.” Something catches her eye, and she smiles. “Speaking of which, I’ve got my own date. Don’t wait up, fellas.”
She walks away with an extra sway to her steps that screamsfuck you.
And it’s directed at me.
“You set my sister up with a fighter?Who?”
“I didn’t set her up. I told her one of the guys needed a stylist. That’s it. Who Cait fucks is on her, not me.”
I see fucking red the second the words leave his mouth.
“Ahh, man.Stop.I don’t want to think about that.” Maddox nails Killian in the face with his dirty bar towel.
“Whatever,” Kill mumbles. “If I gotta hear about my sister and her husband, you can hear about Cait going on a date.”
I finish my beer and slam it on the bar. “I’m out.”
“What the hell? What’d I say?”
I don’t bother answering Killian.
I don’t need to.
What I need is a bottle of tequila and an empty house.
Fuck you, Sam.
“Get up, asshole.”
I drag a pillow over my head and flip Leo off from the couch.
“Go away,” I groan, my head pounding in time to some kind of fucked up beat.
What the hellisthat?
