Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Teddy doesn’t go anywhere, ignoring me. “Lily Pad? Are you okay in there? Or under there?”
“Yeah, I’m fine; just give us a second.”
“Us?” Teddy’s voice cracks higher. I caught that one too.
“Teddy—”
“All right, all right, I got it, but ah, so do I like tell Roland it’s three for breakfast or four?”
“Three.”
“Four.” We both say it at the same time. If she thinks I’m going anywhere, she’s crazier than I am.
“Well, I’ll go see about that, or yeah. Okay, right.” She sounds flustered, but a second later, I hear the door click back closed.
“Let me up.” When Lily pushes me this time, I move, rolling off her and to the side. Lily sits up, hair wild, sheet clutched to her chest.
“Not leaving,” I let her know, putting my hands behind my head. She rolls her eyes, already shifting toward the edge of the bed, holding the sheet to her body. I want to pull it away so I can see more of her.
“Fine, then get dressed,” she orders. “You need to eat anyway.” She stands, heading toward the bathroom. I lift up on my elbows and watch her go, but not before I get the last word.
“Come back to bed and I’ll eat plenty.”
She flips me off, not bothering to glance back.
I plop back onto the bed. Fuck, I’ve missed her and that brattiness of hers too.
Chapter Eighteen
LILY
The bacon is the perfect amount of crispy, but I can’t savor it. I’m sitting at this table still wearing Tristan’s shirt and a pair of sweats I pulled on quickly, and no one is saying anything.
Roland sets more food in the center of the table, like this is all normal. As though we’re one big happy family having a normal breakfast, and I didn’t just crawl out of the bed I was in with Tristan ten minutes ago. Where I lost my virginity! I’m still trying to process all that happened.
Last night, everything between us came to a head. Neither one of us could stop. I’ve wanted him for so long, and he was here after I thought he might have forgotten all about me.
That doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed about it. Pissed at him and myself. While the table might be quiet, I can sense Teddy ready to burst with questions. They’re bubbling up inside of her, and I’m shocked she’s lasted this long, if I’m being honest.
Tristan sits beside me, close enough that his knee brushes mine under the table, and I don’t move away. I should because I know he’s doing it on purpose.
I also should be telling him to hit the road, jerkoff. Instead, I’m staring at my eggs and remembering how his hands felt on my hips, how he said he’d find me anywhere, and how I believed him.
“You’re quiet this morning, Lily Pad.”
I look up from my plate. Teddy’s watching me from across the table, eyes too sharp, too knowing. She knows. Of course she knows. She saw me in that bed, wearing that shirt, with Tristan’s arm still around me.
“Just tired.”
“You don’t say. Something kept you up last night?” She blinks at me innocently.
Killian doesn’t have anything innocent going right now. In fact, he’s been doing that scary blank stare at Tristan, not touching his food.
I’m not answering that loaded question, so I redirect the conversation.
“What’s up with you two?” I ask, motioning with my fork back and forth between Tristan and Killian.
“I’m sure he’s pissed, putting together I’ve been around and managed to slip into your bedroom.” Tristan takes a sip of his coffee.
“After breakfast, I plan to take you down to the basement. Then I’ll find out all your little tricks,” Killian says.
“Little?” Tristan smirks at him, not the least bit scared.
Tristan isn’t as big as Killian; not many are. Killian is built big and barrel-chested, like those linemen you see on the football field my dad used to yell at every Sunday. Tristan, however, is defined, muscular, athletic, and quick. He’s also tall as hell. They are actually an intriguing contrast to each other.
It makes me recall when Killian said he had blood on his hands, but Tristan likely has more. He just isn’t as personal about it as Killian is, taking a very hands-on approach.
“The Pentagon doesn’t think they’re so little.”
I turn my head to stare at Tristan. Are they having a pissing contest right now?
Killian’s jaw ticks. “You think it’s funny, pretty boy?”
“I think you’re overreacting.” Tristan’s voice stays casual, but I feel his leg press harder against mine. “Lily’s safety was the priority. I handled it.” My safety? Does he think a random-ass person is going to pluck me off the street?
Okay, if I go off crime shows, sure, but I’m not jogging down an alley. That said, Teddy and I do seem to attract questionable, murderous, brilliant men. Rich too. It’s a mixed bag, but the pros are winning pretty hard.