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“Me too,” he says quietly. My heart skips a beat meeting his direct gaze. We hold a long stare, his eyes filled with longing and intrigue, the candle illuminating the blue in his eyes. And his mouth … full and soft, perfectly kissable. He smiles staring down at me, revealing luscious dimples and a confidence that makes me think he absolutely knows what to do with a woman. His eyes drop to my lips and then return to mine with even more heat in his gaze.
The last thought I have as his lips meet mine is that this may be more than a game, and I’m either all in or all out.
chapter thirty-eight
Cooper—
2 weeks later
Walking from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist, I jerk to a halt when I hear the sound. My gaze is riveted to the TV I’d left playing, where her face knocks the air from my lungs. I stopped watching the DVDs after the day the camera zoomed in on them sleeping snuggled in a bed. In the yellow room, of all rooms.
I know I left her with no reason to think I was worthy of a second chance. But I guess I’d secretly hung on to hope that maybe, just maybe, we could be together after the show ended.
Dickhead comes on the screen. This must be the finale. My asshole brother must be in his glory. Ratings have been through the roof. I’ve caught glimpses of the advertisements in the moments before the remote could change the channel. He got what he wanted. America is dying to know if the longhaired, hippy-looking cocky bastard choses the temptress or his torch.
As much as I despise my brother, I have to hand it to him. He’s turned the last week of the show into an advertising phenomenon. Women of all ages are on edge waiting to find out which of the two final contestants he picks. Jessica—the pinup girl who seduced him from the minute he met her—or Kate—the woman he set his sights on seducing from her first smile. I’ve even overheard Helen gossiping about who she thinks he’ll pick.
Against my better judgment, I don’t change the channel. Instead I stand and glare at the scene that plays out before my eyes. It’s a recap of last week, Dickhead’s in a tuxedo and Kate in a gown. She looks gorgeous, but nervous, as they enter an elevator. The doors slide closed and my heart aches as the camera pans to their hands. They’re standing next to each other, but Dickhead’s pinky reaches out and locks with hers and then they briefly turn and look at each other smiling.
The doors glide open again and the sign on the suite in front of them makes my blood boil. Honeymoon Suite. I can’t bear to watch it, yet my eyes won’t leave the screen.
He slips a keycard from his pocket and holds it up to her. Their gaze catches for a moment and she takes a deep breath.
Don’t go in, Kate.
Slowly, she reaches down and takes the key out of his hand. The slow, wordlessness anticipation is killing me.
Shake your head no, Kate. Don’t go in.
Key in hand, control of both of our destinies hanging in the wind, her eyes meet his once more. I hold my breath as she slips the key into the door. Dickhead hangs the Do Not Disturb sign and sound finally returns with the click of the door shutting behind them.
I feel hollow inside. Wounds that had only begun to heal are ripped open again. But seeing her move on, watching the door close behind them, is what I needed. It’s symbolic of what I need to do. It’s time. Forcing my balled fists open, one finger at a time, I stretch my palms wide. The door closing. Them walking inside. The end of the show. Finally, I let go. Closure.
chapter thirty-nine
Kate—
1 month later
“No trucks outside today,” Sadie says as she walks in, a shopping bag in each hand.
“I’ve bored them to death.”
“You are kind of boring.” She chides and unloads her bags. One bag from the liquor store, the other is lingerie.
“That’s some combination you have there.” My eyes point to her purchases.
“Isn’t it? The funny thing is, too much of one leads to the removal of the other.”
“I’m just glad you’re wearing underwear again these days at least.”
“Jared gives me a hard time if I don’t.”
“Which is pretty funny since that’s how you met.” Sadie’s new boyfriend, Jared, is an entertainment correspondent who was filming out front of our apartment after the finale. The media went into a frenzy after I won Throb, setting up camp all over our building to try to catch a glimpse of me and Flynn. One afternoon it all got to be too much and Sadie was tired of people screaming questions at her as she navigated to our door. So she pulled up her skirt and mooned the cameraman—she wasn’t wearing any underwear. That got the cameras off my back for a little while. But Jared, the reporter who’d caught the entire thing on the camera behind him, was hot on Sadie’s trail instead.