Page 70 of Second Shot

I was upset about my exhibit being cancelled. Angry at Felix. But once again, I directed that frustration towardsKane.

Fix it. I shake my head. I’ve never been good at apologies. But I know I owe himone.

I knock on his bedroom door and wait, but there’s noanswer.

That scared, insecure little girl inside me demands that I walk away. But if I do, I may never have the courage to say what’s eating atme.

“Kane.” I try the handle. It’s unlocked. I open the door, but he’s not inbed.

I can hear the shower in hisbathroom.

The thought of Kane wet and naked does all sorts of things to my body. Sex would be an easy way out. A way to apologize without having to say the damnwords.

“Coward,” I mutter. And I am. I’ve always been withhim.

Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I bite hard, and take a deep breath before walking into the large bathroom. That same breath gets stuck in my throat when I see him behind the glass wall, his muscles bunching and rippling with every smallmovement.

Water cascades down his sculpted back, and his dark hair is plastered against his forehead. Both palms are pressed against the wall in front of him, and I can hear him muttering something incoherent through the hiss ofwater.

His eyes are closed, his features pulled tight in frustration. He slams his fist against thetiles.

I jump slightly. Maybe this wasn’t a goodidea.

But just when I’m about to make my escape, his eyes open, his gaze latching on tomine.

Frozen. Like an animal trapped in a predator’s gaze. That’s how I feel as he slowly turns off the water and opens the glassdoor.

He grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist, his hard, blue eyes never leavingmine.

“Well?” He raises a dark eyebrow at me. “You come to accuse me of somethingelse?”

“No.” I swallow, unable to resist dragging my gaze down his torso, watching how the small droplets of water slide across his smoothskin.

“Brynne?” He growls myname.

“Yeah?” I jerk my eyes back tohis.

He’s smirking now. But there’s nothing nice about it. Just a knowing twitch of his lips. He takes a step towards me and his towel slides free. He does nothing to stop it from falling, nothing to hide the growing erection between hislegs.

“Is this what you came in here for?” His words are clipped despite the hunger beneaththem.

“No.” I shake my head, but the word sounds more like awhimper.

He sneers and takes another step toward me. “Yousure?”

“I don’t want to fight withyou.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Another step, and he’s a breathaway.

My fingers curl into fists beside me, resisting the temptation to touchhim.

“You’re going to drive me insane, you know that?” He reaches out and drags his knuckles across mycheek.

I tremble and close myeyes.

His touch. It’s the purest thing in the world. But my heart is so corrupted that I haven’t been able to seeit.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “You’reright.”

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