Page 179 of Under the Bed

“Kaleb.” My eyes narrow at my sneaky stepbrother. “Did you have anything to do with Dad asking me to meet him on Halloween? Did you know he would and that’s why you chose that date?”

He brushes his knuckles along my cheek, sliding his hand into my hair.

Winds it and tugs. “Are you asking if I’ve been hiding shit from you?”

I pinch my lips, faking defiance. On the inside, I’m melting at his touch. “Have you?”

“No.” He bends until his head is inches above mine. “I guess it’s the universe’s way of compensating us for the shit it put us through.”

“Do you think they know?”

Kaleb’s growl and harsher tug on my hair send out a clear message. He doesn’t approve of my doubts. Hot. “Stop questioning me.”

Through the searing pain in my scalp, I manage a smile. “Okay.”

He releases me, but not before he pulls me into a crushing kiss.

Back to covering our tracks. I reply to Dad’s assistant’s email, agreeing to my father’s request. I have no idea why he summoned me. It doesn’t even matter.

My knight in shining…mask…will help me put him down once and for all.

His lawyers are next. When I didn’t answer their calls, one of them texted. The detectives have questions after yesterday. I let them know I wasn’t at the scene of the crime, didn’t witness a damn thing.I’m shocked, I add for good measure,and down with something.

Last thing I say is that if the detectives insist on an interview, it’d have to wait.

They reply within seconds, assuring me they’ll relay the message to the detectives. I have nothing to worry about.

The rest of the texts, calls, and emails aren’t nearly as important.

Enough damage control. I throw the phone on the bed, returning to what truly matters.

Kaleb raises an eyebrow when he notices me ogling him as he folds the clothes that have just come out of the dryer. He’d been busy before he woke me up with his dick inside me, apparently.

My breaths are shallow the longer I watch him. He’s delicious. Who would’ve thought folding clothes could look so sinful?

It is. On him, everything is.

He dips his chin.See something you like?

I lift a shoulder.You.

He closes the dresser drawer, guiding me to the kitchen, his hand on the small of my back.

“Breakfast,” he huffs.

Would you look at us.

A man and a woman in love waking up together. Two people enjoying a lazy morning. Just us. Just Kaleb and Shiloh without the weight of the world on our shoulders.

We’re painfully normal. I almost cry at that.

“Sit.” One order and my ass drops to the nearest chair in the small dining area. He makes a low sound of approval and starts the coffee.

The coffeemaker stutters, but eventually works. Once it does, Kaleb turns to prepare breakfast. He sets out two plates,sliced bread, cheese, and butter. He pulls out a pan and puts it on the stove.

“Grilled cheese?” I ask, my elbows leaning on the table, my body arching toward him. I can’t look anywhere else but at him, the only man in my world.

“Yeah.” He looks over his shoulder, his lips curving up in a ghost of a smile. “I’d dreamed about it for years. About the ones you’d make me. During those weekends, your dad was stuck in the office and my mom was holed up in her room. Remember those?”

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