Page 51 of Second Shot

“Yeah, I do. Maybe not here or now. But we’ve been fighting this thing between us for too damn long. Sam saw it. You know he did. And he didn’t care. You think he’d care now, when we need each other more thanever?”

“I don’t needyou.”

“God, you’re so damn stubborn.” His mouth crashes down on mine, almost painfully, his kiss filled with a tsunami ofemotions.

Despite the warning bells that blare in my head, I kiss himback.

His fingers tangle in my hair, and his tongue darts out against my lips, pushing forcefully into my mouth. Taking. Devouring. It’s filled with devastation and ruin. Promising things that we can never be. That neither of us can ever have. At least, nottogether.

There’s too much between us. A chasm of mistrust andmisunderstandings.

But he’s right. I need him. His body. His touch. And I know I’m seconds away from making the same mistake I made a yearago.

His phone rings on the counter besideus.

Heflinches.

“You should get that,” I say breathlessly, as his mouth skims frantically across my neck, his hands dropping to my waist, tugging me firm against his harderection.

“They’ll call back,” he growls against myear.

My self-control is a puddle in his hands. “Don’t you want to see who itis?”

“No.”

I manage a quick glance at the name that popsup.

Coach.

Myfather.

Ice rushes through me, turning the lava that was pumping through my heart a second ago to stone, and giving me the strength I need to pushaway.

I reach past Kane and grab his phone, pressing answer before he has a chance to stopme.

“What areyou-”

“Hey, Daddy,” I say with all the false sweetness I canmuster.

“Brynne?” He hesitates, and when he continues, there’s uncertainty in his deep baritone. “I thought Icalled-”

“Kane? Yeah, this is his phone. I’m living with himnow.”

Kane’s mouth drops open, his face draining ofcolor.

“Oh, and we had a baby. Surprise.” I hang up, and toss the phone at Kane, which he just barely catches before it crashes to the floor. “Happynow?”

His initial shock lasts about two-point-four seconds, before his face goes from chalk white to blood red. And I swear if we were in one of those cartoons, steam would come out of hisears.

“What the hell did you justdo?”

Something I have a feeling I’m about toregret.

Chapter 15

Kane

My phone startsto buzz in my hands and Coach’s name is popping up on thescreen.

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