Page 50 of Just Say Yes

The thought gnawed at me.

My feet were moving before I could talk myself out of it. I exited the restaurant, looking around the sidewalk to see whether I could spot their group. When I couldn’t, I immediately headed in the direction of her house.

Sure, I’d subtly coerced my grandfather to confirm that she lived at the King estate.

That wasn’t creepy at all.

And checking up on her was simply to make sure she’d gotten home safely.

Besides, it was what a friend would do.

MJ and her friends had left before me, and I circled the block but didn’t see any cars I recognized at the Grudge.

Shit. Maybe he’d taken her straight home.

I broke nearly every speed limit on the drive to the King estate. The long, winding driveway was dark, but I pressed on. Finally, the mansion came into view, and it took my breath away. The house was opulent and oppressive. It screamedostentatiousin a way that was at odds with how down to earth MJ was.

I parked with a screeching halt, just as Kenny was approaching his car.

I exited my car, and his eyes went wide. “No shit. Logan Brown? Oh, man.”

He held out his hand, and I gripped his with far more force than necessary. I didn’t like this guy from the moment I saw him, and his cocky grin didn’t help.

“Great to meet you, man.” He looked back at MJ’s house. “What are you doing here?”

I didn’t answer but just stared.

“Uh, well ...” he stammered. “You were amazing in the Olympics—a real killer on the field. Think I can get an autograph?”

My voice was hard. “No.”

He blinked at me. I had no idea why I was being such a prick, but I wasn’t about to give him a goddamn autograph after I had to watch him paw at MJ all evening.

I stepped forward. “Listen to me. That girl in there ...” I pointed over his shoulder to the house. “If I find out you hurt her, you make her uncomfortable, you so much as make her a little bit sad, you’ll be answering to me.”

Kenny took a step back. “Chill, bro. I was hoping for an easy lay, but she’s practically frigid. I didn’t touch her—not that she’d be worth the effort.”

My fists clenched, and a low growl formed in my throat. “Get in your car—now—and get the fuck out of here.Bro.”

With a confused eye roll, Kenny disappeared into his car. I didn’t bother watching him leave and instead took the front steps to MJ’s house two at a time.

My fist pounded on the door to her home.

“Kenny, I—” MJ swung open the massive oak door, and the annoyed words died on her tongue. She blinked once. “What are you doing here?”

I crossed my arms. “How was your date, Julep?”

Her eyes narrowed on me as she crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway. Her gray cardigan slipped over one shoulder as her tits were pushed higher, and it made it impossible to think clearly. My eyes betrayed me, flicking to the curve of her collarbone, the soft rise of her chest. The thin fabric did fuck-all to hide the fact that her nipples were hard and pressing against the soft fabric.

Taunting me.

Goddamn it, Julep.

“What are you, jealous?” she asked with a snort, and the question immediately pissed me off. “Because if you’re going to play caveman, at least commit to the role and grunt or something.”

Of course I was jealous.

I knew I had absolutely no right to be. MJ had dated my best friend, and there was clearly some history there. Not to mention she was a distraction of the worst kind—thetemptingkind. The kind of distraction that made you forget all the years you’d worked, and suddenly you’d be happy to throw it all away just to see her smile every morning.

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