“I can limp.” Jealousy surged through me as I noticed David’s hand on her thigh. I needed to get out of there. Fast. “It’s only a few feet.”
Amongst everyone’s protests, I made it into the kitchen, bracing myself against the countertop.
After a few seconds of inhaling and exhaling like I was a newborn babe and just learning how my lungs worked, I reached for the snack cupboard and pulled out a bag of microwave popcorn, just as footsteps sounded in the kitchen doorway.
“Blake, I’m fine. Go watch the movie.”
“Not Blake.” David’s deep voice jolted me out of my pity party.
With a very forced, sly smile, I pressed “Start” on the microwave and turned around. “Something I can help you with?”
“I get it.” He nodded. “She’s yours for now. But we have history. Something you can’t compete with. Not now, not ever.”
“Aw, shucks, how will I ever compete with the tree house?” I tapped my fingers against my chin. “I bet the fact that I have a bigger dick helps.”#p#分页标题#e#
David took a menacing step toward me, his fists clenched. “If you touch her, I swear I’ll—”
“Make a fist?” I pointed down at his hands. “Dude, I get it. You can’t have her, so now you want her. But she’s not yours. She won’t ever be yours. Not unless you kill me, which you’re welcome to try now that it’s a fair fight and I only have one leg.”
“You smug bastard.” He sneered, all politeness gone from his countenance, like he’d peeled back a mask and revealed that he wasn’t exactly what he seemed. “What the hell does she see in you?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought we already went over this. Should I just take off my pants and show you? Heard you may be into dudes, but I wasn’t sure it was true until now.” I was trying to goad him, push his buttons, and see if, maybe, just maybe, good ol’ David wasn’t as good as we suspected.
David’s chest brushed mine like he was ready to body-slam me back against the kitchen counter, then pummel my face in. He could try. He would fail, but he could try. A good fight was just what I needed.
I’d never pushed any of my clients’ love interests this far, never made it about me, or took it this seriously.
Because, up until that point, I didn’t realize I’d been fighting him. But I was. I was fighting him.
No. I shook my head. “You don’t deserve her. You never will.”
“And you think you do? A washed-up has-been who can’t keep it in his pants?”
“No,” I answered quickly. “I won’t ever deserve her either, but at least I know it. At least I wake up with absolute certainty that I’m the lucky one.”
“Hey . . .” Blake strolled into the kitchen, her sweats riding low on her hips, revealing a tease of tan skin. “Wasn’t aware making popcorn took this much brainpower.”
“Yeah, well, all those drugs in my teen years fried mine, so David offered his help, but he was struggling to read the word ‘Start’ on the microwave. Thank God you’re here now.” I smiled smugly at the dude while he forced a similar smile on his face, then backed way off.
“I gotta run, Blake.” He reached for her and kissed her head. “Next Thursday night, seven—don’t forget. Dad’s really excited to see you.”
“Great.” She beamed as he left the kitchen.
Her expression went from elated to detached. “I think I’m going to head to bed.”
“Blake—”
“What?” She was turned away from me. “What do you want, Ian?”
You. That’s what I should have said. Instead, I opened my mouth and nothing came out.
“That’s what I thought.” She snorted. “Just know, I may not be here by the time you figure it out.”
The microwave dinged.
“Yeah.” I leaned back against the counter. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“I hate mornings.” Lex let out a loud yawn and e-mailed me the client list for the next two weeks.
“You always say that.” I lifted my cup to my lips and sipped while I scrolled through the list. “What the hell is this?”
“A swap.” His face was serious. “I wasn’t sure you could pull off the more difficult ones, so I gave you the clients who should only take a few days. Besides, you’re still balls-deep with Blake.”
“I wish,” I muttered.
“Hah.” Lex rolled his eyes. “Poor bastard. Can’t plow the field or even get close to it, hmm?”#p#分页标题#e#