Page 83 of Broken Pieces

“If it’s just a thing then why didn’t you flip out when I brought up Leigh?”

“Fuck you,” I spit in his face. I turn toward the door to leave.

“If you can’t face your feelings, that’s fine. But I see the way she looks at you. Don’t break her heart because you can’t find a way to heal yours.”

I don’t even glance back at Brett as I storm out. I can face my goddamned feelings. I am so fucking in love with that girl it’s scaring the shit out of me.

And what does he mean the way she looks at me? She is always telling me how this means nothing and never will.

Is she lying to herself like I am?

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Rae never came home last night. I am guessing she stayed the night with her brother. I sent her a text, but it went unanswered.

I’ve been worried about her all morning. I was tempted to check to see if she was in the cottage a few hours ago, but I didn’t get a chance.

Brett is being a dick to me today too. He’s pissed I stormed out on him last night. I was being an ass and I took it out on him. Now he’s taking it out on me by having me do bullshit work today.

I finally get a break at noon and head to the house to see if Rae is there.

To my relief she is.

And she’s covered in flour.

She looks pissed and I try to hold back a laugh.

She glances up at me and glares before she starts to smile.

God, she’s beautiful. That smile on her face is what I live for.

I walk over to her, picking up a towel on the way to dust the white disaster off her.

Her smiles grow bigger as I wipe the flour from her face, stealing a kiss as I do it.

“What was that for?” she asks me.

“I wanted to kiss you.”

A shy smile peeks out of her lips. “Yeah but you never do it in public.”

I smirk at her. “I do recall being in this exact kitchen not too long ago feasting on your other lips as someone walked in.”

She pushes me away. “Yeah and you better never do that again!”

“You liked it,” I say as I grab her hips and bring them flush against mine.

She taps me on the nose. “The verdict is still out on that one.”

I slap her ass as I bring my mouth down hard on hers. My tongue sweeping across her lips as she moans into me.

“You loved it,” I whisper against her lips as I pull back a little.

She smiles against my mouth. “Maybe you need to do it again so I can be sure.”

I throw my head back in laughter at that just as Summer walks in the kitchen.

“Do I need to put a lock on this door, so no one walks in on this?”

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