Page 22 of Playful Kris

“Sounds good.” I pull on the handle and climb out.

Damon waits until I’m halfway up the drive before he backs out and heads in the direction he had just came from.

Maybe I read him completely wrong. There’s nothing wrong with a one night stand or a random booty call, I just wasn’t expecting that tonight from him.

I’m barely in the house before my phone rings. I answer it, thinking it’s Cora.

“Hey, are you almost here? I need to tell you about the disaster that is Damon driving me home, and everything with Kris.” I say, turning the lock on the door and dropping my purse to the small table we keep in the entry way that’s become a catch all.

“Glad to know you still gossip about me to your bestie.” Kris’ deep voice vibrates against my cheek through the phone, and my stomach drops.

I yank the phone away from my ear, looking at the screen and sure enough, it is indeed Kris.

“Although, I am interested in the details of that tool driving you home.”

“He’s not a tool,” I say, trying to defend him. Honestly though, I’ve got nothing. He was kinda acting like a tool.

Kris isn’t going to get that satisfaction from me though.

“What happened? He wanted in your pants and you weren’t ready for that?”

Jackass.

“And I thought our run in went great, do you not?”

“No, Kris. You ambushed me then pretended like we were going to a wedding,” I snap.

“Newsflash, babe. We are going to a wedding.”

I shake my head at his words, frustration building in me just like every other time I ever talk to this man.

“Not your babe,” I toss out quickly. “And you made it sound like it wasourwedding.”

“Oh, did I? My bad.” He chuckles, and I wish I could punch him through the phone. “Anyways, I was calling to make sure you made it home safely.” His voice sounds sincere and I lose a little of my fight I had. I move into the bathroom, turning the water on for the shower before answering him. I’m more than ready to wash this day off of me and call it a night.

“Why were you worried if I made it home safe?” I bite my bottom lip, actually liking the idea that he cares.

Even though this is so, so dangerous to care.

“You might hate me, Red. But I don’t hate you.” He pauses. “And I wanted to tell you to dress sexy Thursday. I’ll be at your place by eight that morning.”

“Jerk,” I mutter just as he disconnects the call.

I should have seen that one coming a mile away. Kris was never able to be serious, and it’s part of the reason he and I struggled so much together.

I’m pulling my hair up on top of my head and stepping in the shower when Cora walks through the front door.

We spend the next thirty minutes in the bathroom talking about the wild change of events that have happened throughout the day.

The closer I get to going away with Kris for the weekend, the more I’m worried it’s all going to blow up in my face.

9

KRIS

It’s four in the morning, and I’m supposed to be picking Kam up at eight.

It’s a two hour drive between us, and then a long one to Gatlinburg for the weekend.

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