Page 35 of Heat & Hard Candies

At least twohours had gone by when we finally made it out of the tub.

Some sex had occurred.

Plentyof sex.

We were drying off when the doorbell rang.

I frowned, looking at Kyle.

He grinned sheepishly. “Probably my family. I’m sure they think I lost.”

“You don’t think anyone told them?”

“Nah. We don’t have connections like some of the other guys. They’ll be shocked when they meet you.”

I bit my lip.

The doorbell rang again.

And again.

“We’d better get dressed quick. They have the code,” he said, towing me toward the closet.

“Um,whydo they have the code?” I demanded.

He flashed me a grin. “Don’t worry, Beautiful. They can’t usually get in and out whenever they want. I just wanted them to check on my house now and then while I was on the island.”

Okay, that made sense.

“We’re going to change it, right?”

“As soon as I find my phone and power it up enough to send a text to my security company.”

That was fair.

Reasonable, even.

Sure enough, I heard the front door open a moment later. We hadn’t bothered closing our bedroom door, so it was way too accessible.

Kyle tugged a pair of sweats up his legs, and I couldn’t help but admire his ass.

Damn, it was the perfect bubble shape.

“Stare at meafteryou’re dressed,” he said, putting a gigantic, black long-sleeved shirt in my hands.

“Alright.” I slipped the shirt over my head. He did the same, though his was a thin white t-shirt. And the clothes actually fit him.

“Kyle?” A woman’s voice demanded.

“It’s Kenna,” he murmured. “I’m sure my parents are with her.

“I brought ice cream and board games! No one is moping!” She said, her voice ringing through the house.

The woman was certainly commanding. I had to respect her for it, though it seemed safe to assume it would irritate me from time to time.

“Just a second,” Kyle called out. “Getting dressed.”

“He doesn’t sound like he’s moping,” another woman said.

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