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“You sure?” I pick up her clothes and place them on the table. I want to get her to my condo and lay her in my bed for the night, which I know is the wrong thing to want at this moment.
She smiles. “Yeah. It’s just…”
I can’t bear for her to tell me this is turning into something more, and she wants to bail, so I don’t allow her to tell me. Instead, I pick up her clothes and hand them to her. “Let’s go up to my place. I’m starving.”
Using my stomach as an excuse, my delay works, and she doesn’t tell me she wants to end this because she feels this is heading in the opposite direction than agreed on. That we’re becoming more than fuck buddies.
“Don’t forget your Captain America boxers.”
“You think you’re funny, do you?” I lift her and haul her over my shoulder. “I can do this all day.”
“Did you just use one of his lines?” She laughs.
“Maybe. If I’d known you were a Captain America fan, I would’ve worn the boxers earlier.”
I spank her ass with my hand, and she yelps, hitting my ass like a drum with both of her hands. A strange sensation lights up in my stomach, but I push the feeling away. There’s no way it’s what I think it is.
Twenty-Three
Kyleigh
“Do I have to answer it?”I whine like the younger sister I am when it comes to Conor and me.
My dad is standing on the other side of my apartment door. Doing this in public wasn’t an option, but I wish we didn’t have to tell him here. I don’t need the reminder of breaking my dad’s heart every time I walk into my living room.
“We should’ve done it at your hotel,” I whisper to Conor as I walk over to the door. “Just a second, Dad.”
“I’m staying at Tweetie Sorenson’s actually.”
I freeze and circle back around. Surely it’s some joke. Two hockey players being roommates? Two hockey players who are worth millions? “What?”
“The place I bought won’t be done for a few months because there are some renos to be done before I close, so he said he’d let me take his second bedroom in the meantime.”
My dad knocks again.
“Ky?” Conor says, nodding toward the door. “Stop stalling and get the door.”
I’m pretty sure I look like I did when he let it slip that there wasn’t a tooth fairy.
He gets up off the couch. “What’s with you?”
He walks over to the door, and I hear him say hi to my dad.
Conor is living at The Nest? Is the universe trying to screw me? Why didn’t Rowan tell me? Then again, why would he? It’s not really my business since he has no idea Conor is my brother.
I cringe. God, this is such a mess.
“Ky?” Dad says, his hand landing on my shoulder.
I turn and force a smile. He opens his arms, enveloping me in a hug. I try to commit this moment to memory because everything I know in this life is about to implode. I inhale his woodsy scent.
“How was the case?” Conor changes the subject, giving me a look after I separate from my dad that tells me I need to get a grip, and I’m acting like he’s dying.
“We won.” Dad sits down in my chair, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He rolls his neck. After every big case, you can see the stress and toll it took on him. I wish we could give him a few weeks to decompress, but that would just be delaying the inevitable.
Conor heads into my kitchen. “Beer?”
“To celebrate you coming home. Not my case.” He sits up and rests his forearms on his knees. His salt-and-pepper hair isn’t styled today like it usually is. His gaze lifts to mine. “We should plan a meal with your mom.”
